#she's a ball of anger and frustration too don't you worry

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I feel like I should clarify that by the time Roxy is introduced, Chica has done almost a full 180. She's doing much better by every definition of the word and she's grown a hell of a lot.

The problem after Roxy shows up is that she's literally replacing Bonnie in the band, and she's mad at everyone for like a year.

#the animalisms post wasn't me trying to be like 'look chica is a piece of shit' #what I'm saying is #'look how far she's come' #and this post is to remind you all that Roxy is an instigator the very second she feels victimised #she's a ball of anger and frustration too don't you worry #she angy!!! #chica has had the time to grow and roxy hasn't yet that's the difference here #she has like a year or two to grow before security breach throws a spanner at her #and if SB doesn't happen she's got like three years before her attractions open #and throws a DIFFERENT spanner at her head #anyway yeah there's a lot going on here #lotta ground to cover

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 16)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

You glanced at Cillian who was staring at his phone incredulously, his face crinkling in disbelief, seeing that someone had snapped a photo of you, together, holding hands, before posting it on Twitter. 

The tweet went viral in the span of minutes and sparked rumors about your relationship and Cillian knew that this would make things worse again for him when it came to gaining custody rights for Max. 

His eyes scanned the screen feverishly, desperation welling up inside him. How could this happen? Who could have taken such a compromising photograph? The questions swirled in his mind, fueling his frustration and anger.

"What's wrong?" you asked anxiously, your eyes darting between Cillian and his phone. "Is everything ok?"

Cillian took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I've just received a message with a photo of us," he revealed haltingly, his voice strained.

"Someone took a picture of us, holding hands, and posted it online. It's gone viral," he uttered disbelievingly, a sense of dread creeping over him.

You peered at the screen, astonishment clouding your features. Your heart pounded against your chest in a frenzied rhythm, panic surging through your veins. 

"This looks bad," you managed to utter, struggling to maintain composure. Cillian swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly.

"Danielle knows me too well," he rasped throatily, his voice betraying an edge of bitterness. "She will use this against me," he groaned miserably, his hands balling into tight fists.

"I can only imagine what kind of twisted spin she could put on this. She will twist the narrative to fit her own agenda," he lamented, his voice quivering with fear.

"Cillian, listen to me," you interjected, grasping his trembling hands. "I will give evidence about the assault and whoever overseas the case will be able to see that she has anger issues, which is something that is not good for a child to be around," you reasoned calmly, attempting to ease his mounting anxiety.

"I know," Cillian sighed, lifting his head. "But she will use this photo, and twist it around to prove that, clearly, I am lacking some morals. She will argue that I'm irresponsible and unreliable," he feared, his voice trailing off.

"Cillian," you began, squeezing his hands reassuringly. "Look at me," you commanded gently, and he did, his gaze locking onto yours. You inhaled deeply, steadying yourself.

"You are none of those things, not when it comes to Max anyway and that is all that matters," you assured him soothingly, your voice softening.

"Now, you should probably take me home. I have to work tomorrow," you proposed cheerfully, reaching for your purse.

"I don't like you staying in this area by yourself. It makes me nervous," Cillian confessed hesitantly, his blue eyes twinkling with concern.

"I will be fine," you reassured him, brushing aside his worries. "I am a big girl, remember?" you teased playfully, flashing him a bright smile.

"I know, but I...," he began softly, his voice cracking slightly. "Maybe you could stay with me tonight and then, tomorrow, we will find you a place to move into right away. Somewhere quiet and safe," Cillian proposed tentatively, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I don't know, Cillian," you replied apprehensively, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. "It doesn't seem right, considering the circumstances," you added, voicing your concerns.

"I am not hitting on you, Y/N. I have a few spare rooms, and I would feel much better knowing that you are safe," Cillian persisted, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability and you paused, weighing his request carefully.

"I...," you stammered, your thoughts racing furiously. "Well, alright," you conceded, biting your lip nervously. "I guess I could stay with you for one night," you agreed, a hint of hesitation tainting your voice.

"Great," Cillian breathed in relief, his shoulders relaxing visibly and, with that, you went back to your apartment so that you could grab some clothes and jump into Cillian's car.

The ride was silent, both of you lost in your thoughts, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions churning within you.

As you arrived at Cillian's townhouse, located in a secluded cul-de-sac, he halted his car in front of the gate. 

"My God, Cillian, this is beautiful," you gasped, gazing at the traditional style home with all its charm. 

"It's a nice and perfectly safe area and, maybe, I can get you a house not far from here," Cillian said proudly, opening the door and welcoming you inside.

The house was spacious and elegant, decorated tastefully with vintage furniture and modern art pieces adorning the walls. An open concept allowed natural light to filter through large windows, illuminating the polished hardwood floors.

"The upstairs rooms have just been furnished and there's also a guest bedroom downstairs," Cillian informed you, pointing out the available spaces. "So, pick whichever one you prefer for tonight," he suggested casually, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Whichever one is fine. I am not fussed," you replied, adjusting your grip on your overnight bag.

"Okay. Upstairs then," Cillian chimed, leading you upstairs to the room located next to his. 

He opened the door and motioned for you to enter. The room was pristine, with a queen-sized bed, built-in closet, and en suite bathroom. You glanced around in awe, marveling at the sheer opulence of the space.

"You can leave your bags here," Cillian instructed, gesturing towards the empty dresser. "Make yourself comfortable," he added warmly, and you nodded, setting down your belongings and taking a moment to appreciate the luxurious surroundings.

"Thank you, Cillian," you murmured, grateful for his hospitality before asking him whether you could have a bath, seeing that it had been a while since you lived in a place that had one.

"Of course, go ahead," Cillian responded enthusiastically, handing you a fluffy white towel and leading you to the master bathroom.

Once inside, you were stunned by the elegance of the marble countertops, intricate tilework, and gleaming fixtures. You wasted no time stripping off your clothes and sinking into the tub, allowing the warm water to envelop you, releasing the tension from your muscles.

You hummed softly to yourself, basking in the warmth and solitude. Relaxation washed over you, as you allowed your mind to wander freely with fantasies involving Cillian, which were fantasies that, until now, you had suppressed after he did not contact you again for weeks on end. 

You imagined him entering the bathroom, removing his clothing seductively, and joining you in the tub. You pictured his body pressing against yours, his hands roaming over your curves. The image intensified until you felt his lips tracing kisses down your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

As your breathing quickened, the steam in the bathroom thickened, creating a hazy atmosphere that enhanced your arousal. You leaned back in the tub, allowing the warm water to caress your skin, preparing yourself for the intimate encounter you craved.

Your mind drifted to Cillian, imagining him standing naked before you, his erection hard and ready. You fantasized about him entering you, filling you with passion and desire. The thought of his cock inside you forced a moan past your lips, arousing you even further but then, you left it at that and pushed away those intrusive thoughts. 

"Are you alright in there?" Cillian called out, his voice echoing through the dimly lit bathroom. "Do you need anything?" he added solicitously, his concern evident in every syllable.

You cleared your throat, swallowing the lump of lust lodged in your throat. "I think I might need a toothbrush. I forgot mine," you croaked, your voice cracking slightly. "Do you have a spare one?" you requested awkwardly, your cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment.

"Sure," Cillian replied eagerly, his footsteps retreating swiftly.

Moments later, he returned, clutching a toothbrush and toothpaste. He handed them to you, his fingers lingering lightly on your wrist as you covered yourself with a towel. You looked at him, your gaze locking onto his mesmerizing azure eyes.

"Thanks," you replied gratefully, accepting the items with a shy smile. "I'll be out shortly," you promised.

"Take your time," Cillian encouraged softly, turning to exit the room.

"I'll wait for you in the living room," he added tenderly, closing the door behind him.

When you arrived in the loungeroom, you found Cillian sitting on the couch, engrossed in his smartphone. He glanced up, startled, upon hearing the door creak open.

"Hey," he greeted you warmly, setting down his phone. "Did you enjoy your bath?" he asked, scanning you from head to toe, appraising your appearance as you wore a dark t-shirt and some rather tight shorts. 

"Yeah, it was great," you replied, your voice low and sultry. "Thank you for letting me stay here," you added sincerely, approaching the couch and settling beside him.

"Of course," Cillian replied graciously, offering you a warm smile. "Would you like to watch a movie?" he suggested, eager to entertain you.

"A movie sounds wonderful," you mused, considering the possibility of spending the evening snuggled up with Cillian. "But I'm quite tired though," you admitted sheepishly, running your fingers through your hair.

"I completely understand," Cillian sympathized. "You should get some rest then," he urged, his voice gentle and caring before seeing you to the stairs, leading upstairs. 

"Goodnight," he bid you farewell, his eyes brimming with affection. "Wake me if you need anything," he told you kindly, his handsome face creasing into a gentle smile.

After bidding Cillian a goodnight, you walked gingerly across the plush carpeting, making your way to the guest bedroom. You switched on the lamp, casting a dim glow over the room. As you slipped under the covers, you felt a strange mixture of feelings coursing through you. Excitement, apprehension, and longing intertwined, forming a potent cocktail of emotion. You desperately wanted to believe that fate had brought you together once more, but the reality of your situation loomed ominously.

You lay awake in the darkness, the silence broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. Memories of Cillian flooded your mind, stirring feelings of guilt and shame. How could you allow yourself to fall for him so easily just months earlier, you wondered. 

Despite your attempts to clear your mind, sleep eluded you while, at a later time, after he went to bed, Cillian had some intrusive thoughts of his own.

Lying in his bed, he couldn't shake the vivid images of you submerged in the bathtub, your body enticingly displayed for his perusal. The image of your naked form caused his heart to race, and his blood to surge through his veins, igniting a raging inferno of lust within him which, for him too, was a feeling he had suppressed for weeks. 

His hand instinctively drifted downward, his fingers brushing against the stiffening bulge in his briefs.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, his cock throbbing painfully while his mind was fueled with guilt. He was still attracted to you but knew that he should not be thinking of you in this way.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, his fist clenching tightly as he fought to regain control of his desires.

With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his side, pulling the sheets over his head in an attempt to block out the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume him.

Eventually, sleep evaded him, taunting him with visions of you lying naked in his bed, your lips pressed against his, your scent intoxicating his senses.

He tossed and turned, unable to extinguish the flames that raged within him.

Then, images of the two of you in the bathroom, soap scud sliding over your luscious flesh, infiltrated his dreams. Your sweet scent lingered in his nostrils, a tantalizing tease that threatened to unravel his resolve. His pulse surged, his swollen member throbbing with an insatiable hunger for release. With a guttural growl, he reached for the bedside table and retrieved his phone from within its depths, searching for the explicit photos he had taken of you in the past.

He scrolled through hundreds of pictures, his index finger hovering over the screen. Finally, he stumbled upon a photo of you. It was a candid shot of you, captured during one of your many encounters. 

He enlarged the image, scrutinizing every detail in the photograph. Your lips were slightly parted, revealing the tip of your tongue nestled between teeth. Your pupils dilated with pleasure and the mere sight of you sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins, and his erection grew harder and more demanding.

He stared intently at the image, his thumb rubbing against the glass surface, tracing imaginary lines along your bare skin. He visualized himself kneeling before you, his face buried between your thighs, greedily devouring your wetness. 

"God, I want you," he mumbled under his breath, his hand slipping into his pants and gripping his erection firmly, moving his hand up and down his rigid shaft.

His breaths became ragged, his heartbeat pounding in his ears to the rhythm of his strokes. He fantasized about you, envisioning the soft curves of your body, the taste of your skin, and the sweet scent of your arousal.

"Ah, fuck," he groaned, his grip tightening around his rigid shaft. "I need you so fucking bad," he whimpered, his fingers digging into his palm.

He was close to the brink, the heat building in his body, his balls tightening, and his entire body shaking with anticipation.

"Oh, yes," he cried out, his voice breaking, as he neared the precipice.

He felt the pressure building, his muscles contracting, and his heart pounding in his chest.

A wave of ecstasy swept over him, transcending his physical pain, as he spilled his seed onto his stomach, his cum spurting forth in a glorious explosion of pure satisfaction.

He moaned loudly, his cries echoing through the silent house as he collapsed onto the damp sheets, panting heavily.

His heart rate gradually slowed, replaced by an overwhelming sense of regret permeating his consciousness.

He couldn't afford to lose focus, especially now, when he needed to remain grounded and composed.

"What the hell am I doing?" he berated himself, a wave of self-loathing crashing over him.

He knew that none of this could be and even the arrangements made with you had to remain a secret for now. 

If anyone discovered about it, it would be bad for his career and, possibly, destroy any chances of getting custody of Max. So, he must tread carefully.

He turned off his phone, the glow of the screen fading into darkness when, suddenly, there was a knock on his door. His heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing with anticipation, as he scrambled to pull the sheets over his cum-covered belly.

"May I come in?" you called out, your voice echoing through the dimly lit hallway.

"Come in," Cillian responded hesitantly, his hands trembling as he hastily wiped his semen from his abdomen.

You cautiously entered the room, a perplexed expression covering your face. "Cillian, are you okay?" you asked worriedly, your brow furrowing with concern.

"Yeah, sure, everything's fine," Cillian lied unconvincingly, attempting to feign nonchalance.

"I, uhm, I can't sleep," you admitted, biting your lower lip nervously. "Can we talk for a bit?" you ventured, your voice quavering slightly.

"Of course," Cillian responded, his tone laced with concern. "Just let me throw on something to wear," he added, quickly disappearing behind the door so that you could get only just a mere glimpse of his semi naked body.

"Alright," you acquiesced, perching yourself on the edge of the bed, your knees drawn up to your chest, seeking comfort in the familiar position.

Cillian emerged a few moments later, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and t-shirt, before turning on the bedside lamp.

"You look flushed," you observed perceptively, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Are you feeling okay?" you asked, your voice filled with genuine concern.

"Yes, I'm fine," Cillian assured you, his voice devoid of conviction. "Why don't you tell me why you can't sleep?" he suggested tactfully, shifting the conversation onto safer ground.

"I was thinking about our situation," you confessed quietly, averting your gaze toward the window. "And how we got ourselves into this mess," you added, your voice trailing off. "We never really talked about what happened between us," you pointed out, trying to make sense of the chaos that ensnared your lives.

"You mean the fact that I cheated on my wife with my brother's step-daughter?" Cillian stated bluntly, the words striking a nerve deep within you.

"Yes," you answered dejectedly, your voice barely audible. "I was such a fool," you sighed mournfully, a tear trickling down your cheek.

"I was being naive, to be honest," you continued remorsefully, the weight of your mistakes bearing down on you. "I didn't realize how complicated our relationship would become," you confessed, tears streaming openly from your eyes.

Cillian studied you closely, his gaze penetrating your soul.

"If anyone was being a fool, then it would have been me, because I can't say that I wasn't aware of the consequences that may follow," he confessed, his voice wavering slightly.

"I should have stayed away from you," he sighed sorrowfully, his voice hoarse with emotion. "It was wrong of me to pursue this," he lamented, his guilt gnawing at his conscience.

"It was, but I could have said no," you replied, wiping away the tears staining your cheeks before asking Cillian whether he ever had feelings for you. 

"I was attracted to you," Cillian replied cryptically, his voice strained. "But I didn't have romantic feelings, I am sorry," he apologized earnestly, his gaze falling to the floor.

"It's okay. I understand Cillian," you replied somberly, your voice cracking slightly. "You were married, and I was young and naïve," you lamented, your tears pooling on your cheeks. "So, I guess it was just sex then," you added, your voice thick with emotion.

"Yes, it was," Cillian confirmed, his voice laced with sadness. "But that doesn't change the fact that I care about you," he emphasized, his gaze locked onto yours.

"No, I get it Cillian. It's fine. I should go back to bed," you sniffled, wiping away the remnants of your tears. "I just needed to know," you explained gently, your voice wavering slightly before, slowly, but surely, you left the room. 

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[friezaglasiencold]

I know this might be out of the blue (and this somehow turned into a ask Algid blog ) but this is a question for Yamcha

What do YOU like about Frieza or what draw you towards him

(Since ya know he’s a villain)

Hey, it's me. Told Frieza to look away until I post this, haha. He gave me the computer and just said 'go nuts,' so that's a good sign? I'll put it under a cut, cause I'm probably gonna go long, and there's a good chance I'll get a little sentimental. I know he's not into that stuff, so I don't wanna clog up his blog with it.

I haven't gotten the chance to talk about this, really, since the guys don't approve of us 'being together' and all--for obvious reasons--so, I guess first I gotta thank you for asking! It means a lot that you'd think about that, or be worried about that, or whatever. Because, yeah, he is a villain, and it's a pretty big deal.

I know he's a really bad person, basically as bad as it gets (he's kind of like if you put a bunch of real estate scumbags in a blender and then poured the result into a really sexy cup, and then that sexy cup had anger issues??), but there's a lot there that I think maybe nobody's ever seen before, or cared to look for, or maybe he's just never wanted to show to anybody...

For one, I just think he's really cute! Like, not even in a sex way. He's just cute. He does this thing with his face when he's thinking really hard where he'll scrunch up his nose and totally zone out. I don't think he notices it, but he does a lot of stuff with his tail, too. It's pretty easy to tell how he's feeling once you get used to reading him, and if he's in a good mood it, like, wiggles? Not wagging, not like a dog or anything, but almost like one of those wacky inflatable tube dudes. And I know this isn't really a "good" thing, but when he's frustrated with something, he stews about it, and crosses his arms and stomps around for a while, and he'll go on these little tirades about stuff that doesn't matter, and it's adorable how into it he gets. He's pretty easy to tease.

And he's really smart. Genuinely totally on the ball. Not the kind of guy you'd come to to vent or something, but if you give him a problem he'll hand you a solution in, like, ten seconds.

I'm always discovering new things about him, too, like these skills or hobbies he has that he doesn't even think are worth mentioning... he's killer at the violin, and he's a really good singer, and he likes to do all these little creative projects when people aren't looking. I think whatever he sets his mind to he just does, and I like that in a person. It's part of why I got with Bulma all those years back--she was really headstrong, just like he is. I'm into the type who knows what they want and who they are and stays honest about that.

Frieza's a lot less dramatic about it than she was, though. He'll do something, and he won't like, get all up in your face and start wagging a finger about it. He just does it, and then tells you it's done if you notice, because he's pretty used to being solitary, so he's not a needy kind of guy. As long as you give him what he wants, you're basically golden.

He's really up front about it, too. Who he is, I mean. He's never pulled any punches with me, or lied, or given me the runaround. He sat me down and said look, Yamcha, this is what my deal is, and this is what I'm looking for, and if you're interested we can make arrangements. I like that I know what I'm getting into, y'know? Like, yeah, it's a little disappointing that he's not into the idea of marriage, but we haven't been dating long, and there's always time down the line if we wind up staying together. What I'm really surprised about, though, is that even if we didn't, I think I'd still wanna be friends? Which isn't the kind of thing you'd normally think about with Frieza. I know Vegeta would flip his lid if he heard me say that.

There's a ton more I could talk about, but I don't want to wind up writing a novel, so I'll just end it on this:

He's a bad person, yeah, and there's stuff I've gotta talk with him about if we wind up making this a permanent thing, but a lot of my friends started out as bad people, including me. I can say for a fact, though, that he's got a heart in there somewhere, even if nobody else thinks that's true. I've seen these little glimpses of it, and it makes me really happy, and I wanna keep seeing it. That make sense?

I hope so.

#yamcha ask #text response #img response

[greyskyflowers]

Musings on a type of devil fruit that would work kind of like a curse

💭

The girl manages to touch skin on Sanji and say something along the lines of you'll ruin everything you touch.

Which sounds kind of ominous but nothing happens, so they put the incident and the island behind them. Chopper insists on looking him over but doesn't find anything, sniffling and rubbing at his nose the whole time.

But then Sanji messes up dinner for the first time in years. He's burned it somehow but he doesn't know what exactly he burned or how he missed it.

The others aren't upset, more worried as they keep sending him looks out of the corner of their eyes. He imagines he looks as anxious as he feels.

They write it off as a bad day and eat leftovers. And that would have been it, nothing other than just a bad day... But it happens again.

And again.

And again.

Until things keep getting worse and they finally put everything together.

Grey dust sticks to his suit and skin

All the food tastes burnt and smokey

Everywhere he goes he leaves a sooty hand prints and ashy footprints

He smells like smoke and dirt

Chopper can't be too close because his nose hurts from all the ash in the air.

Luffy goes a little wild eyed when the burning smell gets too strong.

Sanji tries not to let it bother him that they're all avoiding him. He understands they're worried about making him more upset somehow, he understands, but it doesn't help the emotional side of him that's angry and scared.

⚫️

Zoro, Brook, and Robin handle the situation the best.

Zoro eats whatever he's given with the same grunts as always, finishing everything and demanding more booze.

He's around more, not hovering but there in a way he usually isn't. He's stepping in where Luffy can't and they're all grateful for it. He doesn't budge, doesn't flinch, doesn't do anything besides be Zoro and it's so welcoming.

Sanji briefly remembers something about a muddy rice ball and his chest burns from something other than the fucking devil fruit.

Brook doesn't get irritated by the smell or taste - he doesn't have a nose after all yohohoho. It's also hard to feel too bad for yourself sitting next to a skeleton, and he's good company.

Robin is Robin. She smiles at him like nothing is different and she drinks her tea stonefaced, not even flinching at the burnt taste he knows is there. She finishes it and asks for another cup please Sanji.

⚫️

They go back and find the devil fruit user. She's young and scared, her eyes going big when she sees Sanji.

She hunches her shoulders when Nami starts yelling at her, her eyes getting bigger and wetter with each word.

She didn't know and they know that's the truth, which actually makes things more frustrating because they had hoped they'd be able to work out their anger on someone.

She immediately takes the curse back, a small black dot like a ink splatter appears on Sanji's skin where she originally touched him days ago. She sets her hand against the dot and it slides over her fingers and settles against her wrist before fading away.

She says sorry again, briefly saying something about still getting familiar with the devil fruit but they don't really care. They got what they wanted and they leave the island behind them.

⚫️

Luffy clings for a few days, like he's trying to make up for when he couldn't.

Sanji cooks and cooks and cooks. They have a feast and his face hurts from smiling so much.

The others disperse after eating, leaving Sanji alone to reflect.

Zoro doesn't linger in the kitchen with the excuse of wanting more booze, Robin doesn't ask for tea before going to settle down and read, and Brook has been dragged off by Luffy.

It's quiet.

The kitchen smells like food, not smoke. There's no ash on the floor or soot on the counters. His clothes are clean and he can smell only himself when he takes a sniff.

He cleans up, his mind going through everything as he brews some tea.

Robin smiles when he delivers the cup of tea and she takes a sip with a pleased hum.

He ends up sitting down with Luffy and listening to Brook play for a little while, the breeze carrying the notes out over the water. He eventually gets up and heads back to the kitchen.

He happens to pass Zoro napping and tosses a bottle onto his lap, ignoring the lazy grey eye that he knows opens to look at him as he walks back to the kitchen.

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[hailuchiha]

Caretaker

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

!! MINORS DNI !!

!! 18 + NSFW CONTENT!!

!! ALL characters involved are ADULTS ; NO minor characters!!

Summary: Itachi was supposed to return DAYS ago! It wasn't like him to ever return late from a mission. His sister, whom he left in the care of his partner Kisame, has been a ball of anxiety, getting worse each day. Kisame is also worried now, but when things come to a head, he takes his frustration out in a different way.

prompt filled for this anon ask

size difference; sort of noncon; cnc; sexual frustration; betrayal of trust; frustration; anxiety; found family drama; partially clothed; out in the open; power imbalance; anger issues; belly bulge; choking;

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Caretaker

It had been days.

Itachi was supposed to be back days ago.

Kisame, whose care he'd left his precious sister in, almost felt as agitated as the younger Uchiha felt. While he knew how capable Itachi was, he just couldn't account for his partner's absence being this long.

Besides, he was running out of things to say to calm the brat down. At least, he was running out of believable things to say.

Plus, brat was sort of an insult to the gorgeous young woman.

"Kisame," she whined, her doe eyes wide and tearful as she stomped up to him. "Why isn't aniki back yet? You say everyday that he'll be back any day!"

"How the hell am I supposed to know," the swordsman growled, also running thin on patience by now. "Just... go hunt a rabbit or somethin to keep yourself busy. And useful."

The young woman frowned, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder as her hands went to her hips, lower lip wobbling a little despite her frown.

"You're saying I'm not useful?" she said in a dangerous tone.

Kisame wanted to roll his eyes, trying not to stare at her heaving bosom and the pretty flush heating her cheeks.

"Don't start this again, woman!" he responded, though his bark had no bite. "Just don't pester me anymore."

"Huh. Some caretaker you are," she scoffed, even as she started to turn away. "You know, Itachi left me with you so you'd take care of me."

She had been backing off, not really even insulting him. But something about either what she said or the way she'd said it made his pent up emotions flare up.

He threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her indignant squawk as she was carried like that, and left the clearing to head into the cover of the surrounding darkness of the forest.

"Hey," she cried out as he threw her gently onto moss-covered ground.

"You're quite the ungrateful brat, aren't ya," he hissed, climbing on top of her and refusing to let her squirm about or escape him.

Something feral flared inside Kisame, and he gave into it, grinning wildly as he groped her ample breasts, his large hands squishing and squeezing the soft mounds.

She was panting from the exertion as she bucked under him, trying in vain to throw off his balance. Kisame would have been impressed at her valiant efforts if he didn't find her helplessness, her inability to even budge him, hilarious.

"You wanted me to play caretaker, huh?" Kisame huffed, bending down to kiss and lick at neck before biting down harshly. He smirked when she yelped, glaring at him with a mixture of shock and fear.

"You'd better stop!" she said, but her voice was all wobbly and breathless.

"I think not," he said, grinding down on her so she felt his cock rubbing firmly against her belly. "Since you couldn't appreciate all the hard work I did taking care of ya, providing for ya, all this time your brother's been gone, methinks you need to be taught a lesson. As your caretaker, I got the right. 'Sides, I deserve some sort of payment too for dealing with ya."

With that, he didn't wait for the Uchiha woman to respond, and simply tore off her underwear and leggings in a single yank, leaving them tangled at her ankles when they got stuck on her shoes. He pulled up her dress so it was pooled up around her tiny waist, the pale, silky smooth skin of her bare legs exposed for his hungry eyes. His cock twitched in appreciation, a wet spot appearing in his pants where he leaked precum already.

"Fuck," he mumbled, eyeing her pretty little cunt, watching almost mesmerized even as his oversized fingers idly played with her soft lips.

His eyes shot up when she whimpered, trembling, and he smirked when he saw the needy look in her eyes even as she tried to cross her legs to keep some semblance of decency.

Kisame chuckled, flicking her nose before gripping her plush thighs and spreading her legs, not allowing her to hide.

"Now, now, little one," he crooned. "Don't be all shy on me now! You were mouthy enough to pester me the whole two weeks your brother was gone."

"P-Please, Kisame," she still begged, eyes not meeting his even as her warm walls became slick with Kisame's attention, his finger making delicious wet sounds as it moved within her folds.

"Please what?" he asked with a smirk.

"L-Let's not do this... I won't bother you again," she said, not meeting her eyes, her nails digging into his still-clothed thighs.

Kisame barked out a laugh.

"Tell that to your greedy lil cunt," he countered, smacking her pussy and delighting in the strangled sound she made. "You even went through the trouble to shave it. Didja do it for me? Now be a good girl and let daddy have some fun... You've stressed me out enough the past few days," he said, pulling out his cock and smirking as he saw her eyes widen in horror.

Kisame knew he was girthy, that he was bigger than the average man... It came with the territory, what with him being around 7ft tall. He wondered if she was just playing coy, or if the little Uchiha would turn out to be a little cockslut after all.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, opening her up and relaxing her while using his other hand to tug at his cock a couple times till it glistened in his copious precum.

As he took out his fingers and replaced them with his thick head, he caught her eyes as she bit her lip, eyes trying to see where he was entering her. It took a few tries, his cock catching on her entrance every time he tried to push in. But finally, it worked. Kisame groaned at the sight of his fat cockhead slipping past her wet folds, stretching her pretty pussy painfully wide, if the grimace on her pretty face was anything to go by.

The young woman's face was flushed from the strain, and he took a moment to marvel at how pretty she looked, before slamming right in, not giving her more time to adjust.

To his delight, she threw her head back, as if in pleasure, her eyes rolled back and mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp as her pussy was stuffed with his oversized cock.

"Fuck," he groaned, wishing he'd undressed her completely when he bit into her shoulder and was met with the dissatisfying material of her dress rather than her delicious skin.

With no more patience, he started rocking into her, barely pulling out before slamming back in, groaning as the soft sound of her muffled gasps echoed around them, his eyes feasting upon the way her full breasts bounced each time he thrust in.

When her shoes became a problem, not allowing him to move as freely as he liked, he yanked them off in frustration before ripping the tangled mess of leggings and underwear off as well and tossing them aside.

Then, he pulled her onto his lap till her cunt was flush against him, his cock driving even deeper into her warm, wet folds.

With her back arched deliciously in this angle, the Uchiha's moans became louder, and she could almost swear the cock ploughing her was going all the way up to her throat. She felt a little dizzy, but she couldn't help but let her legs fall open wider in invitation, her blurry gaze fixed on the large blue form of the man she'd come to see as sort of a big brother over the years. Not anymore, she thought giddily to herself.

Kisame was pleasantly surprised when she giggled, looking completely out of it, and he responded by fucking her harder. He had his answer- she was definitely a cockslut.

"What's so funny, baby," he crooned, bracketing the endearment with sharper thrusts groaning as her nails dug into the exposed skin of his thighs in reflex.

"Jusss thinking about how y're not my brother anymo," she managed, though her speech was slurred and her breath being repeatedly punched out wasn't helping.

Kisame raised a brow, almost breaking into a cackle. This was fucked up.

"You're a dirty lil girl, yanno?" he said instead, sounding far too breathless for his liking.

She just giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling moans out of them both as the movement sheathed him in her smaller body completely.

As he continued to move into her, she thoughtlessly pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss, moaning as his hips stuttered in response.

The older man swore under his breath and hiked her hips higher, angling himself so he could rub her clit without breaking his momentum.

Her hands flew up to grip his arms, thighs twitching around him where they bracketed him, as high pitched moans fell from her reddened lips. Kisame could get used to the sight.

He chased his building high, keeping up the pace and not letting up as her body jerked and shuddered with pleasure, her cunt gripping his cock impossibly hard and throbbing around him as she came first. Kisame groaned, almost spilling then too, but he managed to wait till he'd fucked her through her orgasm before pulling out one last time and burying ballsdeep again, filling her with his load till her soft tummy bulged prettily.

Her eyes were still glassy, her chest heaving as she came down from the high, and Kisame gave in to the urge to lean down and capture her mouth in a filthy kiss.

"Good kitty," he muttered before pulling out, smirking at the sight of her pussy gaping wide open from taking him, and streaks of their mixed cum started to spill out.

"Let's getchu cleaned up," he said, pulling his gaze away from the delicious sight, only to chuckle when he saw her blissfully passed out.

Oh well. He didn't mind getting her cleaned up and dressed. Being caretaker wasn't so bad after all, the swordsman mused.

A/N: uh. this turned out to be very fun to write. i was planning to introduce itachi too but this got too long. maybe next time lol any typos will be fixed as soon as i find them

#dark itachi #tw dark content #tw dark naruto scenarios #kisame hoshigaki #dark kisame #kisame smut #kisame x reader #kisame x uchiha reader

[hadeslegacyhephgirl]

I'm fading away, anchor me with your light

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Percy Leo Maria Bianca

The names swirled around him, stabbing. A re-opening of wounds. Achlys stood, hunched, watching, a cold smile gracing her twisted, sobbing features. "So much misery- a perfect specimen"

Nico wanted to scream. He couldn't. His throat was closed and tears refused to come. All he could do was thrash at the smoky name-bonds, as they cut and bruised him, over and over.

"And yet- and yet-"

Faster than he thought possible, Achlys was right there, latching onto his chest and pulling back to reveal anther smoke-name

Will

"No."

Nico thrashed harder. He wanted to scream, to cry, to kill Achlys where she stood.

"Another one, hmm? How much longer will he last until he cracks too? How long 'till he realises that your mine, unlovable and perfect in misery? Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?"

Everything went black, but echoes remained and they were stabbing him and there was no-one who loved him and he was being shaken and it was a monster- a monster - and his fingers were digging into flesh - wait. Flesh?

Nico opened his eyes to a mop of blonde hair and a face set in a grimace of pain. He let go of Wills arm and rolled off the bed, avoiding looking at Will. He was still frustrated at the nightmare, and all the dread and worry and anger bottled up directed itself to both himself and Will, the only living things in the Cabin

"Sunshine?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Nico knew he was being sulky, but right now, he couldn't care less

"Sunshine" "What?" "We agreed that we wouldn't do this anymore"

Nico's anger exploded

"Oh, WE don't do this anymore do we? We talk about things, do we? We eat three square meals, we get the proper amount of sleep, we go to training, we don't practice self harm?

No. WE don't, Will, I don't. And I'm SICK of EVERYONE trying to CHANGE me so it just suits THEM better. I'm sick of it! Take me as I am or leave. And DON'T EVER CALL ME SUNSHINE AGAIN!"

Nico ran out, not thinking to grab his jacket or his sword, disregarding all thoughts except for get away.

He found himself at his personal favorite spot. A secluded clearing on a hilltop, surrounded by boulders.

A tree had fallen in the middle of the clearing, providing a hiding spot that Nico took gladly, collapsing behind it, facing toward the inky black forest, curled into himself against the cold air and icy grass, sobs racking his body

Well done Nico. You just lost Will. Just when he was beginning to be your friend. What hope do you have with him?

Nico cried harder, untill all he felt was empty and all his tears were gone, simply laying there, drained of everything except exhaustion and sadness.

Eventually the first streaks of light began to grace the sky Taunting him.

A crunch of footsteps.

A voice

"Sunshine?"

Will climbed over the log. Of course it was Will.

Will crouched and ran a hand over Nico's arm. Nico was too tired to register the flutter of his heart. Too drained to muster anything but exhaustion and vague sadness as Will pulled him up, still curled into a ball and wrapped him in a blanket that he had magically produced from his pocket.

Will sat and pulled Nico into his lap, cradling Nico against his chest.

"Jason said you might be out here. Well. Either here or at - well- you know."

Bianca's grave The words hung unspoken

Nico sniffled and curled deeper into Wills chest, inhaling the warmth that Will constantly emitted.

Wonderful Apollo powers

He was too tired to insult Will right now.

"You wanna talk about it?"

It was a few seconds before Nico spoke, his voice frail and cracked in the cold pre-dawn air

"It's just- everyone I love- leaves me- and- I just- I can't- don't want to lose you too-" Nico felt Wills arms tighten around him, and a ghost-like kiss pressed to his forehead "I'm not going anywhere Sunshine. Promise" "You can't- make that sort of promise-" "Well, the world can change its rules, 'cause I just did"

At that, Nico broke down again, sobbing into Will's jumper, shudders racking his small frame.

"I-I'm s-sor-rry" "Shh, you don't have to apologise, it's okay. Shh" Will continued to whisper reassurances, rocking them back and forth slightly, brushing Nico's hair.

Soon, Nico's sobs had turned back to sniffles and the sun had finally peeked out from the horizon, illuminating the forest below, making the dewdrops shine in the dawn light.

Will finally broke the silence

"We should get back. Before- you know, they start to worry"

Nico nodded. Will scooped him up and began the long trek back to camp.

Nico buried his face in Wills shoulder, closing his eyes. The steady heartbeat in Wills chest and the slight even rocking of Wills steps soon sent the exhausted demigod to sleep.

#solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #will solace #nico di angelo #angst #hurt/comfort #their so CUTTTTEEE #my babies 🥺

[marvelmymarvel]

Wait, wait, WAIT, now I need to do headcanons on how other Naruto characters would react to their S/O threatening another child for bullying their kid.

This is based on this fic I wrote for Kakashi: Wage War

Characters: Yamato/Tenzo, Iruka, and Orochimaru

Yamato/Tenzo

He is in pure shock at the anger in your eyes; he gets chills just looking at you. How can something so pretty look so evil?

Oh… He thinks as he looks at where you are staring - Your son… Makes sense.

He’s quick to grab you, though, knowing that you would wage war against anyone who hurt your kid if allowed. He would, too, don't get him wrong, but kids were kids. They were mean!!

You didn't care. All you saw was red. “Hey, we can't go hurting kids now, can we? What message would that send to our child?” 

His words would have been calming at another time, but all they did was fire you up more. “That no one is allowed to mess with him!!!”

He has to pull you away and profusely apologize to the mother who is now pulling her kid away from you. 

“You should keep her on a leash if she’s going to be so rabid-”

Tenzo’s jaw dropped at that statement, and he cringed at the shocked gasp that came from you. He told you you couldn't pick a fight with a kid, but their parent?

The adults were different. You could beat them up as much as you wanted. Tenzo let you go, hands shooting up as he watched you storm towards the mom in pure rage.

Sure, you could beat up the parents, and he would cheer you on as you did.

Iruka

Not happy at all. 

This ball of sunshine would be QUICK to scold you, warning you that teaching your little girl that "violence was the answer" was not a good idea…

Even though she's literally in a school to become a ninja? Violence isn't good?? Ya. Okay, whatever you say, Ruka.

He would take a more sensible route with it and would be able to calm you down with logical thinking - Violence is a nono but detention? Detention he can do.

Iruka being the school's headmaster is a perk, and part of him is thankful for being in charge. Otherwise, he wasn't sure how many kids would end up missing.

He would also scold you if you looked at the other child wrong; he will have none of that happening in his school. 

But don't worry; he will make sure the kid doesn't mess with your kid again.

She's his kid, too, you know! And no one fucks with his daughter.

Orochimaru

Mitsuki looked different than everyone else; that was painfully obvious.

He was aware of this and never took offense to jabs and laughs, but you?

Lord, help everyone around you.

Orochimaru would snicker at your anger, finding it adorable as you threatened child after child for making fun of your baby.

He would stop you if you moved towards the children though. While the old him would have allowed the violence to happen, the new him wanted peace. And you fighting a kid would not fare well for the three of you.

Still, he’d let you rant and rave about how cruel the kids are in Konoha. The thing is, though, Mitsuki is just like him in that sense. Orochimaru, too, experienced the same level of bullying, so he understood firsthand how cruel kids could be, but he always ignored them.

It doesn't matter. Their words don't matter.

And while you know that the words don't hurt your baby, you still can't help but feel overprotective every time you catch wind of a jab being thrown his way.

So while Orochimaru isn't worried about Mitsuki’s well-being and knows you won't seriously harm a child, he still makes sure that you know violence is not the answer here.

His new mindset was seriously frustrating, and you couldn't help but agree with him.

But if they called Mistuki a white-haired freak one more time….

#tenzo imagines #iruka imagines #orochimaru imagine #tenzo imagine #iruka imagine #Orochimaru imagines #naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #tenzo headcanons #iruka headcanons #orochimaru headcanons #yamato imagine #yamato imagines

[jeongyeonluvr]

Hey!! I'm not sure if you're still active here, so if not, sorry. Can you write about Nd!Yuqi being ashamed of herself and Shuhua helping her with this? Also sorry for my bad English, and if you don't want to do it or can't do it, that's okay too

slamming doors

|| cg!Shuhua little/nd!Yuqi

•CW: anger issues, hitting pillow, swearing

i am active just a bit busy rn !! ur english is fine chickpea don’t worry

Yuqi furiously slams the door behind her. Frustrations are too quick to build these days, with work being so constantly demanding of her, both emotionally and physically, it gets harder and harder not to become upset.

She immediately storms to her room, and throws her belongings on the ground, in a fit of anger, belongings be damned. Yuqi stands in the middle of the room, angrily staring down at the ground. There are so many emotions swirling, not just the anger that’s so blatantly shown on her face.

She doesn’t want to acknowledge any of them, she just wants to seep in her anger, and be upset. Everything fades around her as she clenches her fists, climbs onto the very neatly made bed, and starts to hit at the pillows.

She practically sees red, as she sits there, mindlessly hitting the pillows as frustrated tears stream down her face. She’s let everything build and build without ever bringing attention to the way she feels. A bad habit she hasn’t been able to break yet.

Yuqi keeps hitting, even as her arms grow weary and tired. On one hand, all the rage boiling in her blood feels right. She wants to be angry forever, to never have to face her problems and just yell, and scream for the rest of all time. But on the other hand, she’s tired, her anger always leads to some sort of mass exhaustion. She lets out a shout, as her arms finally grow too tired to continue on. Yuqi hangs her head low, as she angrily wipes away the tears flowing down her face, as she sniffles. All the emotions she’s let bottle up inside for the past months, is finally coming to a crescendo. Before she can dissolve into a fit of sobs, there’s footsteps coming from the doorframe. 

Yuqi freezes, as her blood runs cold. She knows whos footsteps those are. 

“Yuqi-” Shuhua’s voice rings in the silence of the room. Her voice is a mix of concern, and comfort all at once. 

“Don’t.” Yuqi growls, her hands balling into fists for the second time tonight. Her head still hangs low, as she takes a shaky breath.

There’s more footsteps quickly approaching the bed, and the last thing Yuqi wants is Shuhua to be here while she’s having this... fit. This meltdown that’s simply been waiting to happen for months on end. She doesn’t want Shuhua to coddle her through this. To hold her, care for her... to make things better. No. She doesn’t need this, she doesn’t need Shuhua.

“I said don’t!” Yuqi yells, not daring to face the other woman in the room. There’s no way that she’s going to cooperate tonight. Not without a fight. 

“Yuqi, what is the matter?” Shuhua questions, moving closer to the bed. Yuqi can tell that she’s right behind her. Looming, waiting for an answer. 

Yuqi doesn’t have a witty, or snarky remark, so she goes for the simplest thing she can think of right now.

“Go away.” She mutters bitterly, crossing her arms in front of her chest, as she almost fully curls in on herself. She doesn’t want Shuhua to see her like this, to have to be here when her anger is so palpable, so seethingly coursing through her body to the point where she just can’t control it.

Having control over her emotions is a task that’s all too laborious at the moment. She hears Shuhua take a deep breath behind her, and somehow, it sets her off.

“I know I’m just a fucking nuisiance, so why don’t you just leave?!” She shouts, a bitter venom in her voice, part of her knows, that what she just said isn’t true, but the other half of her truly does believe it.

“Yuqi. If you know what’s good, you’ll let me help you.” Shuhua says softly, but there’s a sort of edge to her voice. An edge that makes Yuqi flinch.

“Why should I?” She challenges, finally turning around to face the other. She’s met with a fairly disheveled Shuhua. Her clothes are all wrinkled, the buttons of her blazer haphazardly buttoned up, some buttons even in the wrong place. Her hair is all messed up, and almost poofy from the humidity of the rain today. Her appearance is a stark contrast to the look on her face. 

“Yuqi-“ Shuhua starts again, but Yuqi interrupts before she can get another syllable out.  

“No. No, why should I listen? Why should I stop what I’m best at? Causing problems!” Emotions rise high, as Yuqi laughs bitterly. “Why would you ever want to help? You should just pack your shit and leave like Soojin did! There’s no fixing me. I’m done playing games, it’s stupid! It’s stupid and you know it.” She snaps, fists clenching so hard her nails are about to break the skin. 

She sees something akin to anger flash across Shuhua’s face. Finally. Something in her facade is about to break. Something other than Shuhua’s unconditional love, her tenderness, her care. Whatever’s about to occur, Yuqi is sure she’s ready for it.

“Listen to me dammit. I care about you alright? I care about you so much but you saying all this is so selfish. Do you know how much it hurts? It hurts to see this? It hurts when you shout at me like this, like I’ve done something wrong?” 

Oh. Oh no. 

There’s a sound akin to a sniffle. “I just want to help.”  

Yuqi doesn’t think she’s ever heard Shuhua sound so defeated. So beat down. Now her face truly matches her appearance. There’s barely any sounds coming from the room now. Yuqi feels trapped, until finally, another sniffle breaks the silence. And that’s when it all finally clicks. When Yuqi finally realized everything she’s said, it comes crashing down faster than she can process, she feels small. Everything she’s said…everything she’s done tonight. Shameful tears well up in her eyes, and not for the first time tonight, do tears roll down her face. 

“Shu.” She calls, so simple. She has to apologize, she has to make things right, right now. She can’t stand the murky feeling in the pit of her stomach anymore. All the rage has vanished, in favor of sadness, and shame instead.

“M’ sorry.” She says quietly. “M’ sorry, m’ sorry.” She whispers again. What else can she say? She doesn’t know how to express it in any other way. 

There’s a dip in the bed, and before she can look up, she feels Shuhua’s warm arms around her. She feels Shuhua’s shoulders shaking, a sure sign of crying, right now she can’t help but cry along with her. All these big emotions have taken so much out of her, especially her outburst. Now she just feels sad, and worn out.

She eventually feels Shuhua stop crying, and she hears soft, shushing noises. Yuqi feels enticed to quiet down, as the noise comforts her, and makes her feel sleepy all at once. After she calms down, Shuhua pulls back from the embrace, until they’re face to face.

“There you are.” Shuhua says with a familiar smile, “There’s my girl.” her eyes look red, no doubt Yuqi’s look the same, but there’s something strangely comforting about it, something Yuqi can’t quite place. Shuhua wipes her face, as she takes a deep breath. “Let’s get comfortable, and then we can talk, ok?” She asks, her voice a little wobbly, as she takes another few breaths.

Yuqi nods sleepily, as she feels Shuhua wipe her stray tears away. In no more than a few seconds, Shuhua is up, and gathering items. Yuqi’s eyes stay glued to her form, as she watches Shuhua go back and forth between drawers in all different places. When she gets back, there’s some pajamas, her stuffed puppy, and a pacifier, still in its case. Yuqi doesn’t say much, as she lets Shuhua move her around, and get her in pajamas. Eventually, Shuhua leaves the room. Yuqi whines, but focuses on her puppy, she plays for a bit, until she hears footsteps fast returning. 

“Time for baba honey.” Shuhua says softly. Yuqi perks up, as she tries to sit up, but everything is so heavy at the moment, it feels like she’s trying to lift weights, and there’s a thick fog clouding her senses. Shuhua quickly rushes over to help her up, as she gently holds her in her lap. “Open.” She whispers, and Yuqi does just that. The perfectly warm milk starts to make her even more sleepy, and her eyes all the more heavy. Once she finally finishes all of the bottle, Shuhua gently sets it aside on the nightstand. Shuhua hands Yuqi her puppy once more, and changes herself, and in a few moments, they’re tucked in bed. 

The lights are dim, providing a cozy, but quiet environment. That is, until Shuhua speaks up. “Yuqi, chick, what’s the matter?” She asks quietly, petting Yuqi’s hair waiting for a response. 

Yuqi, in a very young headspace, responds as best as she can. “Sad, and mad. I tired Shushu.” She says simply, hugging her puppy closer. 

Just like that, Shuhua seems to understand, and somehow, in some nonverbal way, Yuqi knows that. Shuhua snuggles up closer to the little one, as she wraps her arms around the girl, and begins to rock them gently.

“I’m sorry that things are really hard.” She starts, taking a breath. “But you know, no matter what happens, in this whole wide world, you can talk to me. Shushu will always, always help, and make things better for you. We’re a team, right honey?” 

Yuqi smiles, and nods, cuddling impossibly closer. As she smiles, she taps her cheek with her finger, knowing exactly what the gesture means.

“You want kisses?” Shuhua laughs earnestly, a noise Yuqi is very happy to hear. “How could I say no to that sweet little face.” She coos softly, pressing butterfly kisses to Yuqi’s face. She laughs, and gives her own kiss to Shuhua.

#mazzy stuff 🦦 #age regression #agere little #little space #kpop agere #sfw agere #agere post #kpop gidle #yuqi #shuhua

[evergreen-eldritch]

I'm thinking about some transmasc Max and. Just. Max only starting to realize she feels off sometime after Billy's passing.

They're getting rid of whatever things that are left of Billy's, after Neil has already up and left, and she's tasked with digging through his old clothes.

Max finds many of his old shirts; the smell of strong cologne and cigarette smoke clinging to them, and a part of her wants to toss all of them into a pile and burn them. Another part of her wants to try them on. He was her brother. She hated him. Hates him, still. But she wants to keep a part of him close. He was still her brother.

She slips one of his button-up shirts on, and melts into the cotton fabric. It felt like her, she realizes, but at the same time, it felt like him.

In a blind anger, she takes it off, balling it up and throwing it into the corner of the room with frustrated and confused tears welling up in her eyes.

After they packed up the rest of Billy's clothes, she still kept that shirt in the back of her closet.

She forgets about the incident until a few months later, when she's shown up to Lucas', absolutely drenched from the rain, and he offers her some of his own clothes to borrow so she won't freeze.

When she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she feels more like herself in his clothes, rather than her own.

She chalks it up to it just being Lucas'. As much as she refuses to admit it, she's heads over heels for him.

The next incident is much later; after all of the shit with Vecna is over, and she's finally out of the hospital, recovering from being completely paralyzed as she walks with a cane now.

She's with the others, all of them gathered around in Hopper's cabin, celebrating their victory, when she spots Eddie; long hair and lean frame and tattoos, and feels a sudden pang of envy. Jealousy. Like her heart had plummeted straight down out of her body, and through the floor. She'd felt it before, when she'd looked at Billy, but it had never been so strong before.

Stunned, she goes outside, and Eddie joins her, worried about the kid he just suddenly saw take off looking like she was about to cry.

"You okay kid?"

"I'm... I'm fine. Just needed some air."

"You sure? You looked heartbroken back there... did Lucas say some stupid shit? Sometimes he doesn't watch his mouth. I can smack him on the head for you-"

"No. It's... It's not Lucas. It's you."

"Oh. Did I... did I do something wrong, or...?"

"No, just... looking at you. I don't know, it's stupid..."

And she's not even sure why she's spilling her heart out to someone she barely knows, but Eddie looks at her with a calm and understanding look in his eyes.

"Hey, no. It's not stupid. You can tell me, I promise I won't judge."

"...promise you won't tell a soul?"

"I swear on my life."

And so, Max sighs, and finally lets that weight off of her shoulders. She tells him about the discomfort of looking in the mirror, the way she despises being called 'Maxine', the way she's always been a tomboy but it never felt quite right.

And he looks her, up and down, then nods.

"I think I know what you mean." He murmurs, and she's nothing but confused until he continues.

"I was like that too. I was kinda... I was always a tomboy too, but I was more into the goth and punk scene than a skater like you. And then one day I just got sick of it, y'know? The 'young lady's and 'miss's and all of that shit. It felt wrong. Made me wanna throw up every time I heard it."

Eddie stares off into the woods as he talks, a somber expression on his face. And suddenly, she gets it.

"You were a girl?"

"Once. A long time ago. Yeah." He admits, and Max lets out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.

"So... I'm not the only one?"

"No. You're not."

"And... I can be a boy, if I want to?"

"If it feels right, sure."

She pauses, pondering that for a moment, then nodding. "Okay. I think I'd like to, then. But, um..." She trails off, picking at the rubber handle of her cane, and Eddie looks over at her.

"You're not sure where to start, are you?" He asks, and she slowly shakes her head. "That's okay," He continues, "I can help, if you want?"

"Please." She says with an exhausted laugh, "I've spent ages trying to figure this shit out, on top of all of the interdimensional monster fuckery."

Eddie tosses his head back, and laughs.

The next few months after that seem to blow by, with Max slowly growing into himself; cutting his own hair off in the bathroom at one point, then immediately going to Steve for help, because it looked bad. Learning from Eddie how to flatten his chest, and eventually getting hormones from him, too.

After he told the first few members of the party, it didn't take them very long to spread the word to the rest, and soon enough the entirety of their tiny, monster fighting group was calling him he, and he felt like he was finally home.

Although his mother didn't take it well, he knew she was trying her best, and over time, she came around.

Lucas, quite frankly, didn't care. Instead, after Max started to show a few more masculine traits due to the hormones, Lucas very loudly announced he was bisexual in front of the entirety of the party, and then proceeded to kiss Max for emphasis. Max absolutely refuses to admit it, but he did swoon a little when Lucas dipped him.

He grows his hair back out after a year or so, reclaiming it as a masculine thing, like he'd seen Eddie do.

And, finally, he's comfortable. Hawkins still remembers 'Maxine', of course, but the people have also learned not to mess with the weirdly tight-knit group of families that defend Max.

#I didn't intend for this to turn into writing tbh #it was supposed to be hcs 😭 #anyway i guess have some writing on my main?? #trans max mayfield #trans eddie munson #max mayfield #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #i need max and eddie to be friends okay #lucas Sinclair #stranger things #only tagging the characters mentioned but the others are included in my many thoughts for this

[punkrockmads]

Afraid

Abby Anderson x Ellie Williams Modern Au

Summary: Abby and Ellie are best friends. They're both on their college Softball team. When Ellie's confession of love drives a wedge between the two of them, Ellie uses anger to cope with her heartbreak. But what happens in the locker room after things get heated on the field during practice one day?

"I can't believe you got us kicked off the field." Abby grumbled, taking off her baseball glove and dropping it on the bench in front of her.

"It's not my fault coach doesn't call out your shitty throws." Ellie bit back, glaring at Abby. "Guess she likes you just like everyone else."

"So because you can't hit a ball you think it's valid to punch me in the stomach?" Abby asked, raising her voice as she stepped closer to Ellie.

"Well maybe if you'd have kept your stupid comments to yourself I wouldn't have fucking punched you!" Ellie yelled, eyes locked on Abby's. Abby towered over her, fuming.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Abby screamed, shoving Ellie away from her. Ellie's back hit the lockers behind her with less force than she had anticipated. "Why do you hate me all of a sudden?!"

"Why do I hate you?!" Ellie yelled back, her face red with anger and frustration. "Because you're fucking perfect!!" She didn't even realize what she was saying anymore, spilling out all of her own insecurities and worries into the tense atmosphere of the room.

"Everywhere I go all I hear about is you and your stupid fucking straight A's and your fucking full ride scholarship and your fucking incredible athletics!!" Ellie took a frantic breath. "Everywhere I go people always talk about how nice you are and how caring and funny and smart you are!! I'm even an afterthought to my own fucking friends!! And what pisses me off the most is they're all fucking right!!"

"You hate me cause I'm nice?" Abby was in awe, her voice quiet and laced with confusion.

"I hate you cause you're everything I'm not!" Ellie's voice lowered just barely. She threw her hands up in frustration. Not knowing what to do with them, she laced them in her hair, pulling harshly at the dark locks. It made her scalp burn but distracted her from the ache in her heart. "I'm not smart... or kind... or funny." Ellie's voice grew quieter with every word, the tears that she'd been holding back finally spilling down her cheeks.

"I'm not good at everything I... I even fucked up being your friend and made you hate me. I don't deserve you. I never did." Ellie remembered the day she told Abby she was in love with her. She remembered the feeling of her heart shattering as Abby silently turned and ran away, leaving her in the hallway consumed by her thoughts.. Ellie squeezed her eyes shut, too distracted to hear Abby move to stand in front of her. "I fuck up everything." She said, more to herself than to Abby.

"Ellie." Abby's voice was soft. She carefully placed her hands over Ellie's, delicately uncurling her fingers from her pained scalp. She took Ellie's chin between her fingers, searching for any signs of protest. When she found none, she leaned in, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to hers. Ellie gasped, her tears halting. Abby was careful, giving Ellie the opportunity to pull away if she wanted to. To her surprise, the shorter girl slowly deepened the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut.

Abby slowly moved her arms down to wrap around Ellie's waist, pulling her body against hers. Ellie's arms found their way around Abby's neck, draped loosely over her shoulders. After a moment, Abby broke the kiss.

"Oh, Ellie." The taller girl whispered. "You are smart." She planted another kiss on the now silent girl's lips. "You are kind." Another delicate kiss. "You are funny." Another kiss, this one slightly deeper. "You are perfect in every way." She gave her one more kiss before pulling away to look at her. Ellie's eyes welled up with more tears as she looked up at Abby. She sniffled, her eyes quickly moving to look at the ground.

"Then why did you shut me down?" Ellie asked, her voice as weak and fragile as when she had confessed her feelings to Abby last month.

Abby felt a pang of guilt in her chest, remembering how heartbroken she had made Ellie solely because she was afraid. "I... I was scared." Abby said with a hint of shame in her voice.

"Of what?" Ellie blinked back tears. Abby took a deep breath and sighed before guiding Ellie over to one of the benches. She sat down, Ellie quickly following her lead.

"How I felt." Abby mumbled. "I was scared of how I felt." Ellie looked at her with soft eyes for the first time in weeks. She understood. How could she not? "It was new and- and scary and I didn't understand why I had been feeling like that for years and when I finally realized it was love... I was too late." Abby sniffled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "I had already messed up."

Ellie wrapped an arm around Abby's back, rubbing her muscular arm. Abby noticeably relaxed, resting her head on Ellie's shoulder. "You could've told me." Ellie said softly. "I know how scary it is. It makes you feel like you're not normal."

"I was so fucking scared." Abby nodded, a tear falling down her face.

Ellie kissed the blonde's head sweetly, squeezing her closer. "I know. You're okay. It's all okay."

"I'm so sorry." Abby sobbed, her hands moving to cover her face. Ellie felt her own tears flow from her eyes. She gently took Abby's hands in her own, placing them against her chest.

"It's okay, Abby." Ellie cooed, trying to stop her own cries as well as Abby's. She turned to lay her legs on the bench, leaning her back against the wall and holding her arms out for Abby. Abby instantly obliged, carefully maneuvering herself to rest her head in Ellie's lap. She took one of Ellie's hands, kissing her bruised knuckles as the smaller girl undid her ponytail. Ellie gently ran her fingers through Abby's soft blonde locks. Neither of them worried about who could possibly walk in and find them in such a vulnerable state.

"I love you." Abby confessed quietly, her voice echoing slightly. "I think I have for a long time now. And I didn't realize it for so long."

"I love you too, dumbass." Ellie smiled playfully, sniffling and wiping her face with her hand.

The two stayed there in silence for a moment before Abby spoke. "You know we're definitely suspended from the team, right?"

Ellie chuckled, Abby joining her as their smiles grew. "Yeah. I know."

#the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #tlou #lgbtq #ellie williams #ellie tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x ellie williams #ellie x abby #abby x ellie #abby tlou #tlou modern au #character x character #ellabs

[generalluxun]

Control (an ML Fanfic) Chapter 2

CW: Sentipeople, child abuse, bullying.

Full Text below the cut. AO3 link in my bio.

Marinette has run home with Chloé's amok. but... what does she do with it? She turns to Tikki for help, but in the end, the choice is hers. With much-needed support she stumbles towards an answer, but first she needs to know more...

"Marinette, what's going on?" Tikki's voice piped up from where she had finally freed herself from Marinette's purse.

Oh no, I never let her out. Marinette rolled to the edge of her bed, still a blanket burrito, and peeked down. "I'm sorry, Tikki."

The kwami flew up to perch beside her on the bed. "That doesn't answer my question."

Marinette stuck her hand out, presenting her be-ringed finger. "It's this…"

Tikki examined the golden band before looking up with worry lining her cherubic face. "It's very pretty?"

Marinette withdrew her hand and pulled her head back in the blanket too. "It's an amok."

"It is? Where is the sentimonster? Did Monarch attack? Did something happen and I don't remember?"

Her kwami's little panic moment was oddly reassuring. Marinette mumbled against her cotton shield. "No, no attack Tikki. I just found out. I know where it is. I came home to talk to you because I got scared. I got to thinking though, I'm sorry."

Tikki's small paws tried to worm their way into the blanket. She struggled to poke her head in, bringing the light pink glow with her. "Well, if you know where it is, there's no reason to be scared! Ladybug can take care of it. You've purified amoks plenty of times before."

Marinette cringed until she was a ball. "I didn't know!"

"Marinette?"

Marinette burst from her shell. "It's a person, Tikki! Not a lollipop, or a giant eye, or an icky floating leech! It's a person. She might be the worst person I've ever known, but she's a person. Are they all people? What have I been doing? What else could I do? What do you do when a giant monkey is throwing exploding bananas in downtown Paris?"

She pulled her hair until the physical pain matched the frustration and self doubt she couldn't vent. Battles flashed before her eyes; some hard, some trivial. Each feather that floated was now a 'what if?' 'what if?' 'what if?'

Tikki's slight weight settled on her shoulder and hugged her cheek, "Marinette, Marinette! Calm down, it's okay. Just tell me what happened, and we'll find a way through this."

The combination of pain and Tikki's voice both combined to lure Marinette out of her spiral. She slumped, exhausted. Her thumb continued to spin the ring. A corner of her mind whispered, I wonder what I would see if I looked now.

Marinette dug her nails into her palm until the whisper went away. She reached up to gently pet Tikki between the antennae; she needed the contact. Okay, where to begin. "Someone else found it, they didn't know what it was. I didn't know what it was. I found out accidently. But, now I know…"

Marinette shrugged helplessly. From her past, anger surged, and she threw her head back.

"Ugh! It's not fair! I'm not even allowed to hate the worst person ever." She held up the ring again. "What if she was made that way? What if this is what someone wants? She can't just get out of everything she's done by being a sentimonster!"

Tikki was hovering nervously. Marinette knew she probably sounded unhinged. She felt unhinged. This seemed like a fair excuse to be.

Tikki asked sensibly, "Who, Marinette?"

Marinette held out her hand in limp-wristed parody and singsonged, "Chlo-é, Bourgeois. The literal worst person in all of Paris, after Monarch. A stupid, spoiled, selfish little princess who made my life a living hell!"

She slipped the ring off her hand and held it up between two fingers.

"And, here she is. Right here, everything about her. Somebody made her."

Marinette was stuck somewhere between giggling and crying. She wanted to do both but neither felt right. Why couldn't it have been someone nice? Who makes something like Chloé?

That answer came quickly. Chloé was a mini-Audrey in every way. Did Audrey make her? Did someone else make her for Audrey? Is she working for the Monarch? Did André make her for Audrey? Is he working for the Monarch? Both made too much sense, but also didn’t. None of this made sense.

Marinette was inches away from pulling her hair again when Tikki spoke up, “What are you going to do, Marinette?”

Marinette did laugh at that, and if Tikki’s expression was anything to go by, it sounded every bit as bad as it felt. She stuffed the ring back on her finger. “That’s what I was going to ask you Tikki. What should I do?”

“What do you mean?” Tikki settled on Marinette’s knee and Marinette was reminded just how much the kwamis related to things differently than humans did at times.

Marinette held the ring to her chest, fingers still turning it. “It’s- She’s a person, Tikki.”

Sentibug flashed before her eyes again. It was different… right? It had been troubling, but Marinette had convinced herself: Sentibug wasn’t real. Marinette was the real Ladybug. Sentibug was just a good imitation. Sitting there now, with someone else’s amok in her hands, Marinette began to see the fragile shield of denial for what it had been.

Marinette whispered, mind still far off, “Should I use it? I have already, accidentally. I made her do things. I could make her do anything. I could make her stop doing anything.”

Tikki tilted her head. “That sounds like a way to get her to stop being a bully to everyone.”

Twist. Twist. Twist. The last several years flashed before Marinette’s eyes. “If I do that though, what’s left? It’s just a Chloé doll, and I’m pulling the strings. Does she even exist? Do I become responsible for everything she does and doesn’t do? It’s not-”

Marinette dropped her hands into her lap, toying with the ring.

“It’s not like I haven’t dreamed of it. I mean, can you imagine being a little kid? A magical ring that turns all the tables, that gives you the chance to make your bully the one who has to do what you say.”

Marinette held her hand up, turning it to catch light on the ring, “I could be the real Queen Bee myself. ‘Chloé do this. Chloé do that. Chloé, stand on your head.’ People would laugh.”

Marinette dropped her hand, then hugged herself as more memories made themselves known.

“I’ve heard them laugh.”

Tikki flew over to land on Marinette’s hand. “You’re not a bully, Marinette.”

Marinette smiled down at her little friend. “That part, I know Tikki. That’s why I can’t just use it for whatever. That’s why I’m sitting here wishing I’d never found this thing instead of sitting in class, rewriting her personality one command at a time.”

Tikki’s antennae drooped. She was quiet for a moment then perked. “You could give it to her?”

Marinette chewed on her lip. “Would she take me seriously? Should I try as Ladybug? She hates Ladybug now… well maybe not anymore.  Should I undo that? Can she take care of it? Does she really understand what it means? How many people would, if you handed them something and said, ‘Here’s your life and your free will, keep it safe.’?”

Tikki looked down again. “So, what are you going to do?”

Marinette sighed. “I was hoping you could tell me. Master Fu didn’t tell me about anything like this, and I’m thinking now that I’ve been handling sentimonsters wrong from the start.”

Tikki floated up, such a darling look of concentration on her face that Marinette reached up to hug her, but Tikki floated out of her grasp.  She finally snapped out of it and gave Marinette a very serious look as she spoke, “What I can tell you, that you might not already be telling yourself, is that you have time. If Chloé really is a sentimonster, she’s been around for years. That means it’s not some new plot. Whoever made her might have even lost her amok and not know it's still around. You can give yourself time to consider what you want to do, instead of stressing yourself out trying to solve it all right now.”

Marinette thought about that. She thought about what Zoé said. Covered in Dust. A tiny fraction of the tension eased. She smiled, “Thanks, Tikki. I needed to hear that.”

Her Kwami flew back in and hugged against Marinette’s shoulder. “Anytime, Guardian!”

Marinette patted her gently. “Is there anything else you know about Sentimonsters, Tikki? Is there like a… factory reset? Can I undo what I did to her? What about what someone else might have done? Can I just tell her to be her own person from now on?”

Tikki rubbed her little paws together uncertainly. “I’m not Duusu, but I don’t think it works that way.” She thought again before answering, “It’s like… you can’t unmake something. You can make something, and you can destroy it, but you can’t erase it having been made. Every change you make, even if it's trying to put things back where they were, will actually be creating something new.”

Marinette sighed and flopped onto her back. “I was afraid of that.”

She heard her father’s booming voice from below, calling to see if she felt well enough for food. Suddenly aware of her hunger, Marinette scooted out of bed and headed downstairs. Her thumb never stopped. Twist. Twist. Twist.

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Later that evening, her homework still sat undone. It wasn't hard, but she couldn't focus. The ring was always there, always slightly warm. She'd tried taking it off but then it just sat there, leaden on her desk and in her head. She even closed it in a drawer. That lasted mere seconds. Out of sight, anything could happen.

Marinette laid on her divan, hand held up to the ceiling and mind full of questions. It's not even mine! Is this what it would feel like if it was? Would it be worse? What am I supposed to do? How did this even happen? I don't know enough.

As if in response to her musings the room around her began to grow fuzzy. She felt it happening, but for once in her life just let go and let it happen.

Quiet was the first thing she noticed. It was deathly quiet. She was a rider this time, less in control. She could feel Chloé there, separate this time, but knew should could just reach out and-

Chloé pulled one of her forelocks and winced. Annoyance and confusion rippled across the space her mind occupied within Marinette's. Marinette felt a little guilty for the pettiness, but a tiny bit of selfish relief too.

She began to feel things more solidly. It was still quiet. So totally alien, growing up downtown over a busy bakery. Chloé's room came into focus, cavernous. Marinette paused -was that her feeling or Chloé's?- could she really find out what the other girl thought, felt, how she worked?

Chloé was still scrolling on her phone, did she do anything else? Marinette tried something gentle, not too intrusive she hoped: do something else.

Her vision shifted. Chloé stood and looked around. There was the balcony, the TV, room service, closets full of clothing and cosmetics to dive in and explore. Chloé didn't move. Marinette felt her own curiosity being swallowed up by… anxiety?

The other girl's thoughts circled her. Which is the right thing to do? Her mother's face leered down at her, disembodied and critical. Ridiculous. She felt sick to her stomach. Ladybug! Ladybug would make it better. She would make it make sense. She loved Ladybug.

Marinette was awash, the feelings were blending. A pang of guilt over Chloé’s newly rekindled love for Ladybug wasn’t enough to dissuade her. She felt pulled but compelled to see this through. Chloé was moving. The view swireled by in a rush. She threw open a closet and dug through designer clothes, throwing them aside wholesale until she found a carefully wrapped package buried deep. 

Marinette recognized the contents through the clear plastic just as a wave of relief slammed into her. Polkadots. It was her Ladybug outfit.

She tore open the packaging, no wait, Chloé did. Marinette was watching the actions but feeling what they sparked. She held up the costume -joy. She ran to her mirrors, shedding clothing as she went. She had one arm already in a sleeve when the face and voice returned. Marinette was sure Chloé was alone, but she heard the words clear as day. "Look at you. Really Calorie, polkadots? You're hideous, and fired too."

Marinette's anxiety spiked. She could feel her hearts thudding in her chest. She could see herself in the mirror, half dressed, and what she saw was… disappointing.

The weight pressed down. Marinette knew it well. It was crushing the air from her lungs. She sank to the floor. Relief, a way out! She dove for her phone.

Marinette fell off the divan. Her own thoughts echoed the shared impressions. She staggered toward her phone. No wait, she already had it. Manicured fingers stabbed the top contact.

"Daddy! I want you to get that stupid Ladyblog banned!"

"Honey? I can't just shut down a blog."

Her mind raced. "It's a menace! A hazard! It's utterly ridiculous! It gives away all of Ladybug's secrets. Shutting it down is for public safety! You have to do it daddy, and fast!"

"I'll see what I can do, sweetie. Daddy's in a meeting right now."

She stabbed hang up.

Marinette slumped to the floor, still clutching her phone, silent from a call she had never made, only heard. The anxiety that had engulfed her unwound itself. It was someone else's problem now. She was still sick to her stomach, expecting the voice to return, but she wasn't alone now. Someone else would have it worse.

She sniffled, pulling her arm back out of the Ladybug costume. She could keep liking Ladybug, she just had to be sure no one knew. A thought entered her mind, the most insane of things. She raised her hand to her mouth, and bit down.

Marinette yelped from the pain, but it worked. She was in her room. Her heart, just hers, was still pounding but the familiar began to overtake the unknown. Tikki floated over to her and Marinette heard her with ears she was sure were her own. "What happened, Marinette? Was it the amok?"

Marinette nodded while examining her hand. The anxiety was ebbing now too. This was her own emotion, risen in echo to what had come through the bond. "Yeah, I think so. I got stuck inside the connection."

You were using it?" Tikki's voice rose in shock.

Marinette winced, "I wasn't planning on doing anything. I just thought a look couldn't hurt. Apparently it can."

Tikki sighed. "People aren't simple, Marinette."

Marinette sulked. "I always figured Chloé kind of was."

Tikki gave her a courtesy giggle and flew up to brush her bangs. "Are you going to be okay?"

Marinette nodded, "yeah, Tikki. Thanks. I won't fiddle with it any more tonight. I promise."Her kwami nodded and floated off, leaving Marinette to her thoughts. She rab a finger along the bite mark on her hand and hissed in pain. Gouges, but no blood. One thing is for certain, I will have to be more careful next time.

#ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #sentimonsters are people #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #ml tikki

[mebitoronjil0807]

First part of one of my many AU's that I created for my dear ZekEren

Summary: Zeke arrives after a very exhausting and frustrating day, since nothing has gone right for him and he has argued with Grisha.

But luckily he will always have his little brother, right?

The translator is my worst enemy. so I will try to do my best so that this is understood (and also because I am new to this and I don't know how to use the application)

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"Zeke! You come back... What happened?" Eren asked, changing his happy expression into a worried one.

"Nothing's wrong, I just had a bad day." Zeke gulped, he felt terrible, his stomach was upset and he had a lump in his throat, he was walking on very thin ice, and very soon that ice would break.

"Do you want to talk about...?" The word remained in the air. Zeke had not even hugged him, nor had he given him a smile or even a comment that would make the one with greenish irises laugh. He just ignored him and went to his room.

"N-no... I don't want to... Talk..." The blonde's voice broke. "Leave me alone."

What happened to make it like this?

Eren followed Zeke to his room, opened the door without warning and noticed that his brother was on the balcony.

He walked up to him and found him in a ball, his face was red and tears were falling heavily down his cheeks.

"Let's see, tell me what's happening, Zeke, I don't like seeing you like this."

"I said leave me alone! Clear! If you feel bad, you can walk away and not even explain! But if I do it, you want to know and you won't stop bothering me!" What Zeke didn't want to happen had happened, exploding and venting all his anger and frustration on Eren. "Do you want to know!? Good! I'll tell you! At work they are putting too much pressure on me with a late project! On top of that, I lost some damn important papers and that bothered my boss even more! And not only that! Your stupid father wants you to stay away from me because I'm a stupid failure! And he is not wrong! So stop bothering me and go away, I want to be alone!" he sniffled and hid in his arms, again.

"I'm not going to leave. If you want to be alone, then you will be alone with me." He walked towards Zeke and sat down next to him. "If you want, I won't talk but don't run away from me just like that."

"W-will you hug me?"

He looks like a helpless child

"Clear." It was known that Eren did not like physical contact, but for this occasion she would have Zeke in her arms for hours if necessary.

The older one snuggled into his chest and continued crying, soaking the younger's shirt.

"Zeke." Although Eren had the need to speak. "I have no justification for what I do, I know that it is wrong to keep the things that happen to me to myself, but sometimes I feel that what happens to me is very absurd." The blonde wanted to interrupt but Eren didn't let him. "Let me talk. I... I want to know what's wrong with you because you're important to me... uhm... because I love you..." Eren turned completely red. "You better not make fun of me because I'm going to get angry." Zeke smiled, he knows that Eren would be unable to stay angry with him for a long time. "Jobs are not easy, they never are, if you need to rest, rest, no matter how important the job is."

Eren sighed and stroked Zeke's hair, to continue talking "Well... I know dad doesn't like that we're both living in the same house, but it's my decision since I'm 21, and you're 31, so don't worry." "Do not care about his opinion, fuck our father, and something else... What do you think of the idea of ​​a psychologist? Zeke, it's not good for you to be like this."

"What? No! I'm fine, I swear Eren, I don't need to tell anyone about my problems, I'll be fine..."

"I suggest you repeat that last thing to yourself a couple of times so you believe it." Eren let out a couple of laughs. "You can't lie to me, when you lie you can't see my face."

"I hate that you know me well enough, Jaeger."

"How not to know you, Jaeger." A beautiful smile danced on both their lips.

"Thank you, I feel better..."

"Consider the psychologist's proposal, seriously, it helped me with my anger attacks."

"Of course, how can I forget when you constantly hit me with a stick." Zeke let out a nasal laugh. "You were a mass of hate."

"Mass of hate or not, you love me."

"It's just that I'm a masochist, you always hit me and I went to see you again and again."

"Considering it, I think I should bring 'Mr. Palo' to educate you and make you listen to me."

"I'll eat all the vegetables, I swear, don't bring it."

They both laughed like little children.

"Thank you Eren, really."

"You know you can always count on me, right? After all, I'm your little brother and I love you and I will always be there for you."

"Yes... I know... Now I know."

No matter how bad he feels, Zeke will always know that Eren will be there for him.

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This is the first part only. Uhm... I really feel bad since I arrived quite late to the ZekEren fandom that was here.... If only I had arrived earlier...

#Zekeren #Jikueren

[atkrnina]

memento mori (4)

Hi guys! sorry for the long wait, but Uni has been really kicking my ass lately :( I hope you enjoy this next, shorter chapter! Let me know what you think :)

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after that, the major issue became her health. it deteriorated with every passing hour. her wound was infected, the infection would spread, if it wasn't treated. the effects of their torture on Na'vi hadn't been explored before. now she laid in her cell, curled into a ball. her blue skin paler than before, her tail movements had stopped. Tiya needed medical assistance, at least antibiotics. 

but Tiya didn't trust them. she wouldn't let any of the scientists near her, not after what had happened before. 

nevertheless, the narcotics had to reach her, or her life was at risk. their way to Jake Sully with her.

so Quaritch and the scientists had decided to disguise the actual narcotics in a water sample from the river in the forest. putting it in a bowl, mixed with the potent narcotics for her to drink.

Tiya didn't even stand up anymore when someone came near her. pain had taken ahold of her. her otherwise strong body was now weakened severely. the world around her continued to spin, even when she laid her head down. Tiya felt cursed.

she laid curled in a ball on a small soft fabric. 

her tail moved weakly over her legs as she opened her eyes and acknowledged his presence. 

"not feeling well?" 

Tiya remained quiet, closing her eyes again. 

"here. water," she lifted her head up when she saw the bowl. the smell faintly reminded her of home.

when she wanted to take it from him, her arms failed to hold the bowl up, and she nearly spilled the liquid all over herself. hissing in frustration she fell back in her original position. 

"come on, I thought you were a warrior,"

his voice seeped with what she thought to be irony. it angered her. to be at his mercy. 

"let me die, it is the will of Eywa, it is the way,"

she hissed. 

"no. I will not," 

a large, alien hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, lifting her up, with painful force. her body was too weak to fight back anymore. Tiya felt helpless, as he pulled her up. 

her weak hands wanted to claw at his grip, but she could barely hold them up anymore. if her people saw her like this, at this aliens mercy, they'd be disappointed. 

the feathers in her braided hair tickled his skin, as he held her head up, which she followed with her entire upper body. her chest moved heavily, the skin on her body wasn't as blue anymore. it had lost color and shine. 

"come on now, don't make me sad sweetheart,"

when the bowl neared her lips, she automatically opened her mouth and felt how her head was being pulled backwards. 

Tiya drank eagerly. the water tasted faintly of her home. she had needed it. it soothed her dry throat, giving her a little bit of life back. 

her eyes fell shut, as she emptied the bowl in large gulps, without thinking twice. 

"it's not all bad here, is it?"

she opened her eyes again when the bowl was empty. water dripped down her lips and chin, her large yellow eyes watched how the alien put it on the ground besides them. 

slowly his hand left her hair, as Tiya regained a small amount of her strength. 

"why not kill me?" 

the words sounded so far away to her. her mind felt cloudy, like there was fog in it. it worried her. maybe she was dying. 

"that would be too easy, let it go now, sweetheart,"

she wanted to ask more, to fight. but her body gave up, shortly followed by her mind. 

her slender blue body collapsed to the mattress beneath her.

—

Tiya remained on the operation table for multiple hours. he knew they stitched her wound up again, after checking her thoroughly. apparently his brave warrior had been hours away from organ failure, caused by a gnarly infection.

she was injected with copious amounts of antibiotics, but then the infection cleared quickly, faster than anticipated. 

they placed her in a new cell, that was guarded by scientists and marines. dressed her back in her Na'vi garments, so she wouldn't freak entirely. 

she awoke quickly, her hands and ears began to twitch first. then her eyes opened. 

Tiya felt weird. her body felt strange. like it wasn't hers. when she sat up, her view blurred. when she went to stand up, she stumbled and fell to the ground. 

Quaritch watched her struggle like a disoriented animal from the other side of the glass. tail whipping out of rhythm with the rest of her body, as she clawed her four fingered hands to the table she'd been laying on. 

anger was written all over her Na'vi features. 

"I'll tell her she owes us now,"

"good idea, colonel,"

—

"feel good?" 

she turned to him, still wobbly on her feet. 

"you poison me!" 

with newfound strength she snarled at him, pinning her large ears back. yes, the warrior was back. 

"no, I saved you. you were hours away from organ failure. or let me put it your way, meeting Eywa,"

her ears moved uneasily, as she used her tail to better balance herself. indeed her pain was very minor in comparison to earlier. 

but they had touched her, the aliens, the small humans. she hated the thought of that. 

"you save me?"Tiya asked suspiciously. 

"yes, how about a thank you? or better; start cooperating,"

Tiya moved her ears upright, scanning him warily. the alien was so tall, taller than most Na'vi men she knew. he looked so strong, like a good warrior, a leader. 

but he had demon hands that were covered in blood. blood of the people, blood of her people. her blood, too.

"why save me?" 

she asked slowly, looking into his eyes. 

"so you can teach,"

"no," 

the Na'vi stumbled backwards, not yet having regained full control of her body. 

"come on, you owe us now. teach and we will let you go," 

she pressed her back against the pale wall, her eyes searching for a possible way out. now that she felt better, she could flee, she could fight. 

"go home?" 

Tiya inquired, her ears twitching nervously as the alien approached her slowly. she saw that he carried the mask around his neck that helped them breathe. 

"yes, to your little forest friends, you love them, do you not?" 

her head turned slightly sideways, as she blinked at him. now she was listening, if he found the right words now, she would maybe even cooperate. 

"it is home," she said with her hand on her chest. yes, she missed home, and she wanted to go home. 

"Jake will not come for you, he left you. if you teach us, we let you go back home,"

left her? had he? did he forget her, and what she had done for him? 

the alien stood with some distance to her. her yellow eyes had stopped frantically searching for a way out. the way out stood towards her.

"what can I teach?"

Tiya asked slowly.

"there we are, sweetheart. you teach us your ways, so we can navigate the forest, in return we will let you go," 

Quaritch hummed in satisfaction, putting a hand against his hip. 

she looked down at the ground, her tail moving calmly. Tiya was thinking. wasn't this wrong? but he had saved her! she would get to go home, to her people. if they couldn't learn, then it wouldn't be her fault. at least she had tried.

"it is the least you can do, or I will give you back to the scientists and their machines," 

her eyes snapped back to his face, fear was written over her beautiful features. 

"no, I can teach, if you want to learn," Tiya said after hesitating a few more moments. she just wanted to go home. to her forest, to her people.

"very good, I knew you would do the right thing,"

he smirked at her, which had her startled. all she wanted was to go home, not more. Tiya still hated the alien. 

yet, he had saved her.

"do you have a name?"

Tiya decided to ask. he looked like a warrior, so he had to carry a name. 

"Colonel Miles Quaritch, sweetheart," 

she nodded, even though his name sounded odd to her. a weird name for this weird creation that he was. not Na'vi, not human. without home. 

"Miles," it didn't roll off her tongue as naturally as other names, and it sounded foreign. she sounded stupid, saying his name.

Quaritch found it quite entertaining, watching her with upturned ears, mesmerized by her gentle voice. not a hiss, not a snarl. he liked her much better when she was calm. 

"you rest now, Tiya, we will start as soon as you have recovered,"

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[sugarfeemaster]

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Zushi and Killua where training together. After Killua and Gon parted Killua didn't have much to do to stay on his feet so he decided to visit Zushi whom was baffled by how strong killua has gotten during the time they separated aswell. Since Alluka was Zushi's age they both grew a close friendship. Killua and Zushi's meets went from play fighting to Killua seriously training him as long as Zushi promised to protect Alluka if anything happens to him. Zushi figures that he was just being a protective worry wort and if Alluka really want to learn how to protect herself then he can teach her nen, in which she wanted to. She knows that Killua can't and shouldn't give the rest of his life to pretect her. Zushi began teaching her the beginning of everything...

It was the middle of a fight. Zushi was beginning to tired out. Killua was being a smart asswhole "come on man all you have to do is take this ball from my hand then I'll let you rest. I cant make it any simpler" he hasn't moved from the spot he's been standing in for almost two hours now. Alluka grew tired of waiting. Zushi usually teaches her after his battles with Killua and at this point he'll physically wont be able to. Alluka stares at Zushi as if she was begging to join his side in the fight and Zushi quickly gave in and gave her a nod. She proceeds to run over to Zushi taking his side. Killua seems confused "Alluka please go sit down you're getting in the way"Killua said in a playfull sibling arguing way "You're rules dont have anything against me joining the fight big brother! I'll be a distraction!" She gave Zushi a smile and he returned it before both charging at Killua at the same time. Killua grew frustrated and dodged Zushi's attack by attempting to kick him out the way but Alluka blocked it for him so he have an opening. Killua was so focused on reeling back the power he put in the kick to not hurt Alluka that he ended up finally moving away from the spot. This happened again before Killua accidentally hit Alluka with his full strength causing her to basically fly back but Zushi caught her causing both of them to tumble back. "Fuck- Alluka! Are you okay!?" A wave a guilt crashed over him as he ran to help them but paused at the sight.

"No! In a real battle you wont be able to dodge attacks for Zushi!" Killua fussed in disapproval "Yes I will! I'll become powerful enough to!" she snapped back "Alluka you dont know that. You don't know anything about fighting." "Yes I do! I know nen and once I'm stronger, if Zushi ever has to fight we're going to fight together!" She seems more encouraged to do so. "That's right!" Zushi cheered giving her a high-five. Killua soon became blinded with his emotions "You shouldn't be anywhere near the fight. You're too important!" This time he seemed more angered. "I am not!" Alluka argued back. "Yes you are!" "No!" Zushi was just in the middle of it all not knowing what to say in this argument. "WHY WONT YOU JUST LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU GON!" A silence fell amongst the three for what seemed to be a long dragged out minute until it was broken by Killua's sigh of him noticing his mistake. "I.. I mean.. let HIM do this." he brushed away the few tears that blurred his vision and avoided eye contact as he spoke. "Why wont you let Zushi do this.. for you" He dropped the now deflated ball and cleared his throat "That's enough for today Zushi, you two can go play or whatever... I'm heading home Alluka, we'll speak on this after Zushi walks you back" he turned to withdraw from the field leaving the two sitting on the ground, collecting their thoughts of what just happened.

#hunter x hunter #hxh killua #hxh Zushi #hxh alluka #killua zoldyck #alluka zoldyck #angst #writing

[classic-caldwell-moment]

1 AM Lee writing, oh yes it is, oh-ho-ho.

Title: "Jerk."

Category: Fluff.

Warnings: Violence [Aiden decides to scratch Hakon].

Summary: Searching for your inhuman boyfriend is a nightmare when he decides to turn it into a game.

The sound of frustrated talking flooded Aiden's ears as he adjusted his crouching position in the tree, peering to the shadow shrouded forest below with bright eyes, an amused glint in his animalistic pupils, "I can't fucking believe this, it's freezing cold. Aiden! Aiden, for god sakes!" a voice hollered, he chirped to himself and watched curiously, spying the shapes of Lawan and Hakon below the tree, the woman searching around while the man peered up at the branches with a flashlight, "Aiden!" the Frenchman called, the light travelling up the bark slowly, "Next tree-", "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Hakon interrupted Lawan's demand with a startled scream, tumbling backwards in the pitch black forest after meeting the bright blue gaze of the monster up in the tree.

"HAKON!?" Lawan yelled, worry crossing her face as she peered up at the tree herself, scanning the thick branches until she met the shrouded figure up at the top, Aiden purred and watched her with glee, swaying slightly in his perched position, "FUCK.", it was Lawan's turn to scream now, leaping away from the tree and slamming straight into Hakon, who was still catching his breath, "Jesus- Fucking hell, Aiden!" the older man shouted up at the branches, the pilgrim chirped playfully in response, a horrific trill that would strike fear into the hearts of anyone else who heard it, but caused pure annoyance to the two exes, "AIDEN, GET DOWN HERE." Lawan snarled, waving her arms up at the dark figure, Aiden pouted and leaned back slightly, "AIDEN." Hakon continued to shout, the two yelling up at the pilgrim who paid them no mind.

Aiden narrowed his eyes and grunted, a low growl bouncing in his chest, but it swiftly became a teasing purr, the man carefully standing to his feet upon the branch and continuing to watch the two people, "He's not coming down." Hakon mumbled, pointing the flashlight up at Aiden's boots, "No shit." Lawan huffed, her hands buried in her pockets, the pilgrim made a sound akin to a giggle, rocking on the balls of his feet before precariously moving to get higher in the tree, "AIDEN- DON'T. DON'T YOU DARE!" Hakon shouted, glaring daggers at the monster who paused in his movements, watching them with childish excitement, "Don't." the Frenchman seethed, Aiden purred and heaved himself onto the next branch, crouching upon it with a playful grin, not that the two could see it, no, what they saw was the frightening blue gaze that seemingly took a hungry turn.

"Get down." Lawan gestured to the forest floor with her feet, staring up at the man with anger, "Aiden, now." Hakon continued, the pilgrim chirped and began to sprawl up to the next branch, he was getting far too high, "AIDEN. LAST CHANCE.", he paused once again, sapphire eyes widening at the threat, before narrowing as if saying 'try me, old man', "I mean it. Last chance." the older man growled, one hand on his hip with pure fury on his face, Aiden hummed in apparent thought, slipping down to the branch he had previously been on and returning to his crouched position there, an annoyed snarl leaving his lips as he swayed slightly, "Alright then. We're done!", Lawan looked at Hakon with suprise, mouthing a 'What?!' to him, he shrugged and began to walk away, feet crunching on the dark ground.

Lawan peered up at the dark tree once more, meeting that bright blue gaze, eyebrows furrowed in thought, "Kay'.We'll see you tomorrow then, Aiden." she hummed, huffing and beginning to walk away, only to bump into Hakon further down the path, he grinned and peered behind her, whispering in a low tone, "Wait for it. Trust me, he's gonna come running, the little morveux.", she looked over her shoulder and the two waited; sure enough, the sound of claws and boots scrambling down bark in the distance met their ears, followed by running footsteps and deep breathing, blue eyes visible in the darkness, "Here he comes, start walking." Lawan breathed, stepping around Hakon and beginning to walk the trail, her ex quick on her tail, and Aiden not far behind, skidding to a slow walk beside the two.

"You're an asshole, Aiden." Hakon teased, peering at the monster man beside him, Aiden purred softly and rubbed his eyes, "I mean it, absolute connard. Putain d'enfer." he continued, the purr turned into a growl and a sharp pair of claws dug into Hakon's arm, "AH- AH- LAWAN- LAWAN!" the Frenchman yelled, the woman beside him shrugging and watching as Hakon tried to pry the predatory talons from his arm, "Jerk." a low, crackling voice came from Aiden, his neon glare finally looking away from Hakon and releasing the poor man's arm, the older man grunting and clutching the holes in his coat and blood beginning to seep onto his hands, "You're not that better yourself-" Lawan whispered, almost laughing when that glare found her, "I hope he rips your arm open next." Hakon muttered, shoving Lawan's face and grumbling as the three continued the walk home through the dark forest path.

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[crescentblossom66]

Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 6

The room was strangely cold the moment she arrived at the top floor, if it was due to a change in the weather or the ominous aura that came of the yellow bird that had his back turned to her, she didn't know. He had called her here, so it must have been something rather important, if he had to tell her in person.

“It's finally time, lassie.” The suit-wearing bird informed her without turning around. His talons were balled to fists behind his back, as he was looking out the window, his gaze transfixed on the entertainment district.

It took a while for Hattie to catch on to what he meant, but she remembered shortly after, “Oh, you mean the present for the Penguiads, right?” She slowly approached and joined him in observing the flashing lights and bright neon colors of the mostly night active side of the metro.

“Aye, lass, the parts are all in position, it's time we wipe that lousy club full o' peck necks of the face of the planet.” He let out a loud deeply unsettling laughter, which would have given her chills if she wasn't so used to his ruthless behavior.

“Okay, I remember you telling me about the bomb, but how exactly are we going to do this?” Hattie looked up and noticed that his face, which formerly had shown a rather dark and sinister smile, had now turned into a frustrated scowl.

“Tomorrow I'll call fer a meeting to explain the plan. If I did that today they'd only forget and I ain't repeatin' meself. So be sure ta be here 'round noon.” He gave her a side glance before turning to look to the small warehouse adjacent to the central station building.

“Do we really have to kill all of them?-” She turned around and looked down to the floor, unable to look directly at the owl. “-I-I mean I KNOW that we don't really have a choice, but I-I hate this.” She had to take lives before and it had felt so horrible and all it caused was more casualties on both sides. No doubt would the remaining Penguiads retaliate which would result in more of her family being harmed, yet the penguins were just as relentless as them, they wouldn't stop until the Leowles were completely wiped out either. No matter what they did it would only lead to pain and suffering.

The yellow owl took a deep breath, before he started speaking in an oddly quiet and calm tone, “I told ye that there will always be death in this line of work, lassie. We cannae evade bloodshed, it's either us or them-”, once again the all too familiar anger crept onto his face as he continued now with spite lacing his words, “-And I willnae let those peck necks win this war! They'll have to take this metro from me cold, dead hands!”

She jerked up a bit, upon hearing him speak of his own demise. She turned back to the owl to ask a question she dreaded asking, yet she felt it necessary, he himself had told her that this business was very dangerous, so the thought had lingered in her subconscious mind for quite some time now. “What...What would-”

The owl noticed that whatever she wanted to ask was quite distressing for the young girl, the tiny tears that threatened to run down her face didn't manage to escape his observation. “What's wrong, Hattie?”

She wiped away her tears, hoping that the owl hadn't seen them, she needed to be strong if she wanted to survive, and crying was trait only the weak showed in her opinion. The girl forced a more neutral expression, before she told him what was bothering her. “What would happen should you...die” That last word was forced out and barely more than a whisper.

The yellow bird had to try hard to not have his emotions show. The fact that she worried about him made him happy, however it also showed him that she wasn't ready yet, she needed to succeed where he failed, she needed to be cold and calculated and unfeeling. He wanted her to be the great leader he knew she was capable of being, yet at the same time he also didn't want her to lose her humanity, however it would make this easier on the girl in the long run if she did.

“Simple, lassie, ye'll take me place and lead the Leowles. I know ye can keep those lousy, bumbling peck necks in check.” She had seen this answer coming, yet she still felt a chill run down her spine.

“Shouldn't one your kids run this place? You once told me that when your father died, you took over. And I've seen the picture, gramps, that man with three kids in it was you, wasn't it?” For a moment the owl turned completely unresponsive, as he seemed to stare at the ground. Curse that old picture! He contemplated just telling her to get out, and to leave him alone, at the same time he felt like she should know about this.

He walked over to his desk with slow, but determined steps, like he was really forcing himself to do something he hated, Hattie thought. He grabbed a key hidden in the caboose of the miniature locomotive that adorned the shelf behind his desk, then he sat down on his chair, motioning for her to take a seat. The glee about the bomb and the upcoming annihilation of the Penguiads had all but disappeared entirely from his mimic as he opened the drawer and carefully pulled out the same family photo she had discovered earlier. She thought about just telling him to forget about this whole thing, as she witnessed his ear-like feathers go down the more he looked at the old Polaroid. The old bird couldn't remember any more just how much time had passed now, just how long they were out of his life.

Hattie didn't speak, she didn't know what to say, he looked so...forlorn, nothing like the prideful, calculated and cold-blooded leader of the Leowles, it was honestly bewildering and strange to her. She opened her mouth to ask if he was alright, but before any words could form he spoke instead.

“Yer right, lassie, the other birds in the picture are me family.” He didn't lift his head up, he just stared at the old photo in a trance.

She was dreading to ask the question that was now burning in her mind pertaining said family. Where were they now? She hadn't seen them around at all all those years that she had been with the Leowles.....Could they be...dead? “Are they-” She observed his demeanor closely, waiting for a hint of a reaction from him, ready to withdraw her question if it would cause him more pain.

He shook his head and put a talon to his forehead, “Nae, they ain't dead, Hattie,...just gone fer good.” He sounded pained and she caught his voice breaking a bit near the end.

“Did...Did you sent them away, Conductor?” She felt tears pricking at her eyes, the tremendous amount of pain the owl felt got to her, even though it didn't concern her at all.

He turned the old Polaroid around and pressed it to the surface of his desk firmly, as if it could magically turn around and continue to torment him. “I made them leave, lassie, it was the only way I knew that would make sure that no harm would come to 'em.”

She understood why he did that, but found it sad regardless. The owl turned completely silent, he quickly shoved the bothersome item back into the drawer and instead grabbed the item that had caused him to wake up when Hattie found the damned picture, the bottle of scotch.

Hattie hated that bad habit of his, despite the fact that it resulted in him being uncharacteristically calm and affable, he just looked so miserable and hurt whenever she found him in that state. It didn't help that the other owls once told her that it could hurt or potentially even kill him. “Please don't!” She yelled a bit harshly stretching out her hand toward him, withdrawing it immediately after his gaze shifted from the glass, that he was slowly filling with the liquid, to her. His wing stopped mid-motion at her sudden outburst.

“Lassie, please...leave me alone fer a bit, will ye.” He was trying to sound composed, and demanding, but to Hattie it sounded more like he was pleading with her, she had had no idea that the normally so callous and level-headed bird had been hiding so much pain. Instead of following his demand she did the opposite and slowly walked over to the bird, she wiped away the newly formed tears with her sleeve before she moved his wing away from the glass and gave the old bird a hug. Once again he just froze for a moment, his feathers rose as he felt her tears stain his suit.

“I can't let you do that. I'm worried that it could harm you.” He started to tremble. It had been such a long time...so long that someone actively cared what would happen to him. He had resigned himself to just leading the Leowles, not caring what everyone thought of him, not caring that nobody gave a peck whether he lived or died.

And now this wee lassie out of everyone was worried about his well being, the very same girl that he had raised as his own, that he had to comfort multiple times in her yet so short life, was now comforting him. He felt tears involuntarily roll down his face, he wanted them to stop, but only more came flowing down his face and onto the young girl, who only hugged him tighter. He pulled the girl closer to him and started to gently stroke her hair. “I'm sorry, Hattie, I didnae mean to worry ye.”

“It's okay grandpa, you're not alone.” Sometimes he really loathed just how much he cared about the brown-haired girl, it made her able to break through his guard way to easily. Normally it would infuriate him.....but today it made him happy.

-

Bubbles quickly rose below the water and quickly popped at the surface of the steaming pot, which earned the attention of the dark brown-haired child, she turned around quickly fixing her attention on the pot while she continued to stir the bolognese sauce with one hand while pouring the long noddles into the water. She was humming a little tune to herself as she looked at the package of the spaghetti to see how long they had to stay in the water until she could take them out.

“Hey Bow, thought Marcus was supposed to be on cooking duty today.” Dave had entered the kitchen and got a glass from the cabinet above the sink, she chuckled a bit after seeing him stretch out as much as he could just to get the small martini glass down.

“Full house today?” She asked as he turned back around.

“Yep, even the boss has his flippers full, glad that he's back.” She noticed from his slightly worried tone that something was bothering him, he, too, seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with the tall penguin.

“So you've noticed it, too, huh?” Bow's face fell, as she switched off the heat for the sauce and started to stir the big pot with the spaghetti. The small penguin only nodded.

“Yeah, he ain't as chipper as he normally is, his heart isn't in his singing and dancing either. No idea if it's just me going coo coo or if there's someone or something bothering him...-” His eyes suddenly light up “-Do you think there could be a traitor among us? Maybe someone is framing him or someone is smack talking him, if I find out who would DARE say something bad about him I'm gonna rip that guy a new one, or maybe...”

“DAVE!” The bird continue to conjure up scenario after scenario, not even once stopping to even catch his breath as he prattled on. “DAVE!!!” She yelled as loud as she could which finally snapped the penguin out of his delusions, unfortunately for him he dropped the glass and had to go and fetch another one. Not wanting the bird to torture himself in an attempt to get another martini glass, Bow ran over to climb the counter under the cabinet. She quickly reached up and got around five down and handed them to the slightly confused penguin, before hurrying back to get the noodles out of the water.

“Sorry 'bout that-” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “-I would talk to him about it, but I'm not sure what to say to him.”

“Don't worry, Davey, I'll figure something out.” She remembered the advice Hattie had given her, maybe he would actually tell her more if she was more direct.

After distributing the spaghetti to the members in the rooms backstage, she walked back over to the ones near the front of the building, figuring that they'd have no time to go back to grab some food now, and by the time they could, it would be cold. She made her way to the entrance, avoiding the huge gathering of birds and other animals by climbing on top of the big speakers and jumping from one to the other. It would be hard to get past this many visitors without getting bumped into and potentially spilling the red sauce on a fancy dress or suit, she really didn't need any more problems right now. The booming voice of the disco penguin caught her attention, as he addressed the crowd, even from this distance she noticed the absence of his regular enthusiasm, his motions seemed...robotic in a way. Fortunately nobody else took note of this.

She brought the food out to the penguins that were guarding the entrance, and they thanked her for her thoughtfulness, after that she decided to wait for the end of his performance. The stress of the day must have finally gotten to her, as she managed to fall asleep, and wake up just as the music stopped. Weird how the deafeningly loud music didn't wake her, but the lack thereof did.

The partying patrons seemed to have dispersed a while ago, she could see some penguins clean up the used china, while others cleaned the floor with brooms and mops. The DJ appeared to be putting away the CDs into their respective covers, before he turned to look at the penguins.

Bow slowly approached the worn out penguin with determined steps. “We gotta talk, it's important.”, she informed him. The forceful tone of the young girl was quite foreign to the DJ, form the girl's knitted brow and deep frown he could tell that whatever it was must have been quite serious.

“Alright, darling, just give me five minutes, we can talk in the meeting room.” Bow nodded, and went ahead to wait for the penguin.

The bow-wearing kid sat down in one of the chairs in the big room, looking at a plan that a projector displayed on the white wall at the front. The headline read “Operation Jailbird”, she wondered what that was all about.A few moments later the anticipated bird arrived, Bow had leaned back in her chair and was humming a tune to herself when he entered.

“Sorry, Bowie, it took me a bit longer, some of the others needed some help. What did you want to talk about?” She sat up normally again, and gestured for him to take a seat, which he did.

“I'm gonna cut to the chase, you're weren't telling me everything and it was bothering me. I just want to know what has gotten you so down lately.” He was silent for a moment, before he took off his shades to rub his tired eyes.

“Listen, darling, you don't need to worry about it alright. It doesn't conc-” Bow interrupted him, shaking her head quite forcefully.

“But it does! All of this is not only dragging you down, it's dragging me and the other Penguiads down as well!-” He flinched under her harsh tone a bit, “-The others noticed too, everyone here noticed your shift in behavior, especially after the incident with the Nyakuza recently.” Her sudden loud outburst caught him off guard so much that he jolted and had to pick up his shades that he had knocked off with his flipper.

He stared at her for a moment, nether had she talked to him in such a way, her deep frown and misty eyes were so uncanny on the normally so optimistic and happy girl. He was aware of just how much his gang members cared about him, he had thought that they were sad about the other penguins, that were captured or had died, somehow it didn't occur to himself that he had let his cheery facade slip, that he showed what he had been trying to hide so hard, his self hatred for having failed them when they trusted him.

“Some leader I am, huh, I should be the reliable one, darling, yet here you are worried about me, because I couldn't get my act together.-” He lowered his head, a pained smile crossed his beak. “-You'd think that after all they did for me, I should at least be able to keep them all safe. I owe them at least that much.” Bow looked at him confused, what exactly was he talking about.

“What do you mean? You did everything you could.” He shook his head and got up.

“I...I'm not in the mood to tell you, Bowie. Some other time.” He got up to leave, but they little girl wouldn't have it. She got up in one swift motion, and blocked the exit to the room with outstretched arms.

“No! You're gonna tell me what's wrong, I have enough of you just drowning in self pity, just tell me what's causing you so much pain!” She had started to cry, her frustration now mixed with anger.

After looking at her face, he finally understood. He had been pushing those close to him more and more away, he had caused not just Bow, but also the others misery by doing so.

“I'm really sorry, Bowie!” Instead of leaving he hugged the girl tight, who pushed her face into his chest, she started to sob and that broke his heart. He walked back over to the table slowly, guiding the young girl with a flipper behind her back, he then pulled up two chairs that were next to each other. He waited for Bow to calm down a bit before he started.

“I guess I should preface this by saying that I don't blame any of the Penguiads, the decisions I made were my own.-” He checked if Bow had calmed down enough to listen to him, and when she wiped her eyes and nodded, he continued. “-You see, Bowie, this night club wasn't always so full of life as it was this evening. It was mostly my own fault though. Back then, I was not nearly as outgoing and stylish as I'm now, darling, being stuck in a boring IT office kinda does that to you.” Bow tried to imagine what he meant and started to laugh a little at the thought of him as a standard office worker.

“One day a bunch of penguins entered the club, and laughed when I told them that I was the owner, in hindsight I can't blame them. I don't know if it was out of pity or they just made me a project of theirs, but they decided to support me, they helped in boosting my confidence which led me to finding my own style and put on a show for my patrons each night. Over time more and more people came to dance and listen to the music, and I was genuinely happy.-” The fond smile on his face vanished, “-One day, however, things changed a bit, the penguins that helped me had become regulars here in this club, and I overheard a conversation about a heist in a small bank near the southern district, they had some trouble figuring out how to disable the security system, and given my background I decided to help them.”

“You wanted to help them because they helped you, right?” He nodded and sighed.

“If it weren't for them I would never have been able to change into who I am now, Bowie. That's why I always try to minimize casualties as much as possible. After that heist succeeded, they basically celebrated me as a hero, and it felt good to be appreciated.”

“So that's why...you feel like you've failed the penguins that died and got locked up.” He really was carrying a great burden, it didn't help that some of the Penguiads weren't the smartest, most of them came from...troubled families, others slipped into the live of crime, due to the promise of easy money.

“No matter how much I plan, something seems to always go wrong.-” He put his head in his flippers. “-It's crushing, it frustrating, I hate it!” Bow didn't know what she could say to him, she was aware that all they did was dangerous, and that nobody could eliminate all the risks, no matter how hard they may try.

She put a hand on his shoulder, “There is no faultless plan. There's always gonna be some kind of unforeseeable factor. I know it, the others know it, you're not some kind of miracle worker, so stop beating yourself up over it!” He grew quiet for a moment, which worried the bow-wearing girl, however she didn't expect the chuckle that followed.

“You really are a great cheerleader, Bowie. You're right, darling, I'll make it up to you and the others...after our little plan succeeds.-” The gentle smile on his face grew a bit darker, the eyes hidden under his shades almost glowing with malice. “-The Leowles will crumple the day after tomorrow, Bowie. I'm going to show them who they're dealing with. After all they're nothing without their leader.”

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